RISING FORCE: UP, UP, UP AND YNGWIE!!!
It’s drizzling in Southern California, and the natives, most of whom have never seen rain outside of the Universal Studio tour, are panicking. Traffic on the highway has slowed to a crawl. It wouldn’t really matter, except for the knowledge that in a distant, nondescript rehearsal studio, Swedish guitar whiz Yngwie Malmsteen is waiting for me with an egg timer running.
RISING FORCE: UP, UP, UP AND YNGWIE!!!
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Sharon Liveten
It’s drizzling in Southern California, and the natives, most of whom have never seen rain outside of the Universal Studio tour, are panicking. Traffic on the highway has slowed to a crawl. It wouldn’t really matter, except for the knowledge that in a distant, nondescript rehearsal studio, Swedish guitar whiz Yngwie Malmsteen is waiting for me with an egg timer running. He’s halfway through a five day rehearsal blitz before hitting the road, and feels he has better things to do than interviews.
When I finally arrive, though, the impatient, tall (the red cowboy boots help) ax man is charming—except that he occasionally lapses into Swedish, and responds to protests with, ‘‘Don’t worry, you’ve got it all on tape.” Right. Anybody know a good translator?
Still, there are a few things about his latest projects that he wants to make clear, and in English.