Jeremy Zucker Brings Intimacy and Emotion

When Zucker stepped on stage, the cheers were instant the kind that fill a room not just with excitement, but connection. Dressed simply, guitar in hand, he opened with fan favorites like “comethru” and “you were good to me”, letting the crowd carry the choruses. Between songs, he spoke casually, about the stories behind his lyrics heartbreak, self growth, and the beauty of letting go.

The stage setup was simple but immersive soft lights and moody visuals matched the tone of his music, making the performance feel intimate despite the large crowd. Zucker connected with fans between songs, often smiling and laughing as he shared small stories about how the songs came to be.

By the time he closed with “all the kids are depressed”, the venue glowed with flashlight beams and collective voices. It was the kind of moment that reminded everyone why Jeremy Zucker’s music feels less like a concert and more like a shared experience deeply personal, quietly powerful, and unforgettable.

For Minneapolis fans, the night wasn’t just about hearing songs live it was about being reminded that sometimes, feeling everything all at once is exactly what you need.

Before Jeremy Zucker took the stage at the Varsity Theater , Minneapolis was first introduced to the soft, stirring world of Bebe Stockwell, whose voice feels like a quiet conversation in a crowded room.

As the opener for Zucker’s Welcome to the Garden State Tour, Stockwell stepped onto the dimly lit stage with a calm confidence, acoustic guitar in hand, and immediately shifted the room’s energy. Her set didn’t need heavy production or flashing lights; it thrived on intimacy, giving the audience space to settle into the night.

Stockwell’s set blended introspective lyrics and delicate melodies drawn from her Driving Backwards EP including fan favorites like “Minor Inconveniences” and “Driving Backwards.” Her songs walk that line between folk and indie pop, echoing the vulnerability of Phoebe Bridgers or Lizzy McAlpine while carving her own poetic identity.

Each track felt handcrafted, stitched together with reflection and restraint. Between songs, she spoke softly to the crowd not to command attention, but to invite us. In a venue as intimate as Varsity Theater, that warmth resonated deeply.

Bebe Stockwell’s name may have appeared in smaller font on the poster, but her performance proved she belongs in the spotlight. With a knack for lyrical honesty and quiet charisma, she left Minneapolis with more than just an introduction, she left a lasting impression on us.