Nashville is a songwriter’s town — just ask Chris Stapleton. The Kentucky-born talent spent more than a decade in Music City studios, penning songs for the likes of stars Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, George Strait and Luke Bryan, before breaking through as a solo artist with 2015’s “Traveller.” That album — and 2017’s double-volumed “From A Room” — established him at the head of the class of country’s new classicist stars, thanks to his songwriting and his remarkable Southern soul howl. Catch Stapleton with two similarly minded acts — Margo Price and the Marcus King Band — as his “All-American Road Show Tour” rolls on. Aug. 11 at 7 p.m. at Merriweather Post Pavilion. $170.
“I want to create anthems for people,” Shawn Mendes once told Clash Magazine. True to his word, the Canadian singer-songwriter has a gift for pop-rock anthems that seem to be crafted with both bedroom headphone sessions and arena-size singalongs in mind. Once a 15-year-old who went from Vine covers to the Billboard charts, Mendes recently adopted the time-tested approach of predecessors Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber, amping up the R&B grooves and adult themes on his most recent album. How closely is he following the boys-to-men playbook? Like Timberlake, he hit the charts with a song titled “Señorita.” Aug. 13 at 7:30 p.m. at Capital One Arena. Sold out.
For Mabel, eclecticism is in her DNA — literally. The 23-year-old singer-songwriter is the daughter of singer-songwriter Neneh Cherry and multi-hyphenate Cameron McVey, musicians whose decades-long careers have spanned pop, punk, hip-hop, trip-hop and beyond. Rather than those sounds, Mabel favors a du jour mix of R&B, electropop, tropical house and Afropop. Teaming with such fellow Brit upstarts as Not3s, Stefflon Don, Raye and Kojo Funds, she has spent the last few years releasing eclectic singles and building buzz for “High Expectations,” a debut album that should make her parents proud. Aug. 14 at 8:30 p.m. at Union Stage. $18-$30.
The lo-fi folk of Florist has always had a fragile quality, as if the band’s DIY compositions were being held together by hopes and prayers. That’s even more true of “Emily Alone,” a true-to-its-title album that finds band leader Emily Sprague performing solo, with even more insular and isolated energy. The outing was partially practical, as Sprague moved to Los Angeles while her bandmates stayed in New York, but also purposeful, as the singer-songwriter grappled with death, loss and transition. “Nothing brings clarity to what makes me me,” she sings, “except knowing that some kind of sadness is freed from the words and the sounds that I sing to myself.” Aug. 15 at 8 p.m. at Songbyrd. $12-$15.