The Soft White Sixties (The Olympic Venue – Boise) 11/15/19

Hey look!  It’s the final installment of my Fall 2019 “I’m Here for the Opener” series.

Opener: The Soft White Sixties


This quartet from California (originally from San Francisco but these days residing in Los Angeles) perked my curiosity with their solid Alta California album last year.  I was pleased to see that they were making a Boise stop, even if it was as an opener for a band that doesn’t do much for me.  This will sound like hyperbole, but it really isn’t: the packed house full of Kolars fans had no idea who this band named after light bulbs was, but by the time their first song ended, they were totally on board.


It doesn’t hurt that Octavio Genera and his crew wisely started things off with their ultra-catchy “The Overpass”, a groovy “stay up all night” number that allowed Octavio to show off his mighty dance moves.  Sure, he didn’t play an instrument on this night (unless some occasional maraca work counts), but his relentless energy and the genuine soul in both his voice and dancing was plenty of contribution.  Also, if you are thinking to yourself, he looks like the kind of guy who would climb stage-adjacent objects in order to sing from them, well you’d be correct…


“Sorry To Say” and “City Lights” were both fantastic- but the highlight for me was the slower burn of “Until the World Stops Spinning”, an apocalyptic love song that is my favorite from their aforementioned most recent album.  This was truly a blast, and even when their music got a little too poppy for me, it was still wildly enjoyable to be a part of.  I highly recommend seeing The Soft White Sixties when they come to your town.


The Overpass

Sorry To Say

Don’t Lie To Me

Number One

Queen of the Press Club

City Lights

Until the World Stops Spinning

Lemon Squeezer

No 1 Like U BB

Miss Beverly

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Headliner: Kolars

I respect this husband and wife duo, but only made it through three songs in part because my heart wasn’t in it but mostly because my day had begun at 4:00am over 2,000 miles away and I’m apparently getting old and soft.  Homeboy plays guitar and sings while his gal plays a very interesting percussion: think a combo of Meg White and a tap dancer.  She stands upon a drum that she plays with her shoes while pounding away at a small kit in front of her.  They also had matching glam-bedazzled outfits on, for good measure.

I don’t have a picture which is a failure on my part- I had slinked towards the back and none of the shots I took turned out.  Good thing there is the internet where you can find video of them performing anytime you like!  They did open with a true-to-the-original cover of NMH’s “King of Carrot Flowers”, which was a nice touch.  And that’s all I have to say about that.