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Chaunte Shayne brings her country sass to Village Inn, then Nashville, (and you also might trek to Somerset and Burkhardt this weekend)

She’ll hit the Village Inn in North Hudson for a several songs, then make her way to Nashville, and other weekend musical offerings will also have you going north, not south.
— A relatively new young singer on the scene, although from a family that has deep local musical roots, Chaunte Shayne, will perform a number of cover numbers along with hit originals, and offer a question and answer session as part of a concert on Friday night, June 9, at the Village Inn, starting at 8 p.m. She sings country, rock and pop and speaks from a women’s point of view (sass included), members of her musical family say. Chaunte then will leave for Nashville on Wednesday to meet with writing companies on Thursday and Friday. She will do a sing-songwriters showcase at Opry Mills, Nashville Mall, on Sunday, June 16, as well as a songwriters round on Thursday, June 15 at Bobby’s Idle Hour.
— This band name reminds me of that for a popular nightclub on the other end of Wisconsin, Cruisin’ Chubbies. Anyway, the band The Chubs will play the Willow River Saloon on Friday evening, June 9. Groups they emulate include Stevie Ray Vaughan, Tom Petty, The Beatles, ZZ Top, Jimi Hendrix, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Jefferson Airplane, Sublime, The Black Keys, The White Stripes, Johnny Cash and of course, their Prince Purple Rain tribute.
— If you’re heading that direction, you might want to take in Pea Soup Days in Somerset. On Friday night is Paisan & The Family Brass, a ten-piece band playing five decades of songs and featuring male and female vocalists, dueling lead guitarists, and a high-energy horn section. On Saturday at 7 p.m., youth is served with the hard rock of Contraband, followed at 8 p.m. by Sunday’s Regret, which is known for its minimal break time.
— The three solo musicans on the Smilin’ Moose patio this weekend all share the same look, right down to facial hair and head hair. Matt McAllister and Roger Huerta also share the similarity of the same time slot, 5-9 p.m., on Friday and Saturday respectably. Tim Howe rounds out the mix on Sunday from 2-6 p.m.

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