The cult-favorite-folk songwriter Dan Reeder performs alongside his angelic-voiced daughter, Peggy Reeder, whose voice has brought a fresh spark to his sound in their live shows these past two years.

In Fall 2024, Reeder shared Smithereens, an album of sharp-witted, deeply human songs that reaffirmed his reputation as one of folk’s most original voices. After two sold-out nights in Nashville during AmericanaFest, he and Peggy embarked on a sold-out West Coast tour that spring.

Last summer’s spotlight came at the Newport Folk Festival, where Reeder and Peggy joined Jack Antonoff for a surprise appearance during his Ally Coalition Talent Show set. Their heartfelt rendition of “Maybe” also featured a chorus of special guests including Waxahatchee and Weyes Blood, adding a collaborative moment to an already star-studded evening. That guest-filled set also included unforgettable appearances by Hayley Williams, Jeff Tweedy, Rufus Wainwright, Maren Morris, and more—placing Reeder squarely in the company of some of folk and indie’s most revered artists.

Signed personally by the late John Prine, Reeder remains the longest-running artist on Oh Boy Records, the legendary label Prine founded. With a fan base that includes Phoebe Bridgers, Maya Hawke, Paul Mescal, Stephen Colbert, and others, his influence quietly extends across generations of artists and songwriters.

Zack Villere’s figuring it out and singing Spark Notes for the rest of us. A purveyor of genuine mischief, about to enter album mode after two years of creative incubation. From his Soundcloud alter ego origins as leader of the Froyo Ma cult to the earnest outlier pop he’s now architecting, Villere remains singular. The artist/producer summons anime-worthy cretins from his expansive doodleverse as easily as he nails rooftop boy band choreography in a silver puffer. As if Harold and The Purple Crayon grew up to glide across R&B runs. As if The Neptunes and Jackson Browne had an endearing alien that crash-landed in Louisiana. He soundtracks slow dances and long breakups, misfired intimacy and hangout hangovers. Zack’s long since graduated from the viral DIY aesthetics that first launched his career. He’s done the ‘tasteful’ magazine shoots that forced him to wear pants he still loathes. 50,000,000 streams in the rearview; 1000 days of financial independence from a self-released debut. He spent the time he bought himself on his craft. Rather than coast on the sold-out action figures or packed Baby’s crowds, Zack dove down baile funk rabbit holes and traded bar nights for vocal conditioning. A rewarding cycle — live, write, record, repeat — defeated any temptation to join the release race. 100s of demos later, a body of work began to reveal itself. Now’s the time to let it go. Villere’s imminent solo releases transmute inner conflicts into forward momentum, propelled by vocal stacks that’d rival 1970s classics. He enters immortal territory on upcoming single “Dubble Bubble,” a lighthearted anthem for days that start out painting your crush’s nails and end alone, no love in sight, sleeping on your right side. Gum-pink guitars slide across a backbone of New Orleans bounce inspired rhythms — the perfect score for a schoolyard romcom. “2 HAND TOUCH,” another record in the release chamber, marries rhythms of southern cheerleading squads with Zack’s heart-on-sleeve crush confessionals. Villere’s music is much like a drive down the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, a 24 mile stretch of pavement over water that’s become synonymous with home: contemplative by default, euphoric if you play the right song.