Lobão, born João Luiz Woerdenbag Filho (Rio de Janeiro, October 11, 1957) i… Read Full Bio ↴Lobão, born João Luiz Woerdenbag Filho (Rio de Janeiro, October 11, 1957) is a Brazilian rock and MPB singer. He also plays the drums and guitar. Lobão has a reputation for having little inhibition in expressing his opinions bluntly and publicly criticizing fellow musicians, which led to a notable number of estrangements and
enmities.
His best-known recent estrangements is a break-up with the record industry. Claiming that all major labels are conspiring to deceive their own artists (by under reporting sales and using piracy as a scapegoat), he set an independent distribution plan to sell music CDs on newsstands and the Internet.
Thus far, this endeavor has been very successful: his recent albums sold well and were critically acclaimed. He also created a magazine, Outracoisa (literally: "Something else" or "Another thing"), which comes bundled with a music CD of independent artists.
enmities.
His best-known recent estrangements is a break-up with the record industry. Claiming that all major labels are conspiring to deceive their own artists (by under reporting sales and using piracy as a scapegoat), he set an independent distribution plan to sell music CDs on newsstands and the Internet.
Thus far, this endeavor has been very successful: his recent albums sold well and were critically acclaimed. He also created a magazine, Outracoisa (literally: "Something else" or "Another thing"), which comes bundled with a music CD of independent artists.
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Lobão Lyrics
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