Michael Bolton? Soft rock saxaphone solo mania? I opened for him at the South Okanagan Events Center on April 10th. My goodness, this guy literally defines a certain genre of music, and hair. His infamous mane is etched in my memory as the quintessential mullet, waving gently in the wind, as some of the juiciest love songs croon out in a faked rasp, sexy like Brian Adams, but silky and more mellow. I was honored to have my 20 minutes in the sun, as I had claimed that huge stage last year while helping out for the…