He’s in Taipei Sat. Nov. 11. Is anyone going to go see him?
You forget the “J” 
Good point. Wouldn’t want people to confuse him with the other Yngwie Malmsteen.
God, is he still going? I thought shred was dead! I saw him once years ago, against my will. He went "weedly-weedly-wee for what seemed like hours. Never again!
Unleash the fockin’ fury! The focking FURY!
REVIEW: November 2006 Yngwie Malmsteen Concert, Taipei
The Taipei Family Theater was the scene of the November 11 date of Malmsteen global tour, 2006. While the hall wasn’t exactly filled to the rafters, the crowd was full of young enthusiasts, mostly guys dressed in black shirts and pants; many, obviously, were guitar players, too.
Malmsteen’s show gives the audience a chance to witness a truly well-polished routine. There was a memorable moment just after the very beginning of the show hen making the early intros, the lead singer, in a distinctly Scottish brogue, quoted Yuri Gagarin, the first man ever to be launched into outer space; when asked whether he spotted the ‘face of god’ during orbit, Yuri was said to reply that, no, he hadn’t seen God, but he had seen the Great Wall of China, and that was the only manmade thing actually visible from space. “Well,” the singer-MC went on to add, “tonight we have brought along the Great Wall of Marshalls…” Behind he and the players ranged a tall group of at least six double size amplifier-speakers, and on both sides of the stage-front, a double row of huge speakers at least 12 feet tall. That made the difference, and the sonic quality was absolutely superb.
Indeed, the finesse of the Malmsteen show lay in the precisely crafted soundstream, which was tuned to just the right level of intense loudness to enthrall everyone in the hall. The first thing that the audience heard was the sound of a guitar, played offstage in the blackness, an eerie fog of CO2 gas rising over the dark stage. And that first sound of the guitar was clear and focused, with no noise but pure music. The guitars and drums and synthesizer were precisely balanced and the only thing the audience may have missed were some of the vocals, except for the one exceptional blues number sung by Malmsteen himself more than half way through the non-stop 2 hour concert. The only other memorable vocal, that I can recollect, was something about, “if you play with the devil, the devil will take you away.”
But this concert was not intended to be about vocals. It was about guitar playing. That’s all the audience wanted to see and hear, after all. Malmsteen plays and plays and plays, and at such a lightning pace, with an absolutely flawless technique, that it is not only amazing, it is a wonder that he isn’t even more famous than he is, which really isn’t too famous, after all… Never have you heard anyone launch into such an array of modes, styles, techniques and musical samplings – all played on a vintage 1970 cream-colored Stratocaster, which required frequent retuning / replacing with a look-alike throughout the show. Whenever he’d finished playing through a couple of songs, Malmsteen would toss the instrument over his head or directly at his stage hand Steve, who would catch it and rush off to get another freshly tuned guitar. During the course of each song, he’d rip through a strip of guitar picks and toss them off into the audience after a minute or two.
But when he played, it was a virtuosic display of a wide variety of styles and particular musical skills: glissando leaps, jetting cadenzas, precipices of falling scale, arpeggios punctuated by sudden stops and acciaccatura, and more than one moment of pizzicato plucking right after tidal movements of layered waves of resonant sonic chords that seemed to course like the sea, crashing across the rocks… He sampled a wide repertoire of tunes, both modern and classical. He zipped through some happier Mozart pieces and later, a Bach toccata and fugue. He even briefly touched on a Jimi Hendrix Stars and Stripes rendition, but didn’t drop quite so many bombs as the original, longer version. Much of his musical virtuosity is based on his rapid playing skill, his ability to scale chords, but most of all, his exceptional talent for playing individual notes in melodies that are tightly structured and perfectly executed. I don’t think he made a single error the whole night.
To watch Malmsteen is to watch a natural phenomenon of unprecedented, almost subterranean sources. He would have been friendly with somebody like Mahler, but might end up having a fist fight if you rubbed him the wrong way, for whatever obscure reason, some mental impatience with the intransigence of the world that so many poets, painters and musicians have had to endure over the ages. Malmsteen is not only music and fantastic range, but sheer emotion: during the course of his performance, the musician’s face went through several transformations, as he concentrated, intensely, as he played with uninterrupted endurance, and as he seemed to travel from joy to despair and back to happiness again. While you can often see an artist at work, we seldom get a chance to observe such a truly talented artist as Malmsteen - live in person!
Everyone in the audience was awed and inspired and our ears rang for a whole hour afterwards. Let’s hope the satisfied audience can inspire Malmsteen to achieve his own inner peace, and his “fury” might be quenched at last!
:fume: 
Yngwie is God!!!
[quote=“Popo”]REVIEW: November 2006 Yngwie Malmsteen Concert, Taipei
The Taipei Family Theater was the scene of the November 11 date of Malmsteen global tour, 2006. While the hall wasn’t exactly filled to the rafters, the crowd was full of guitar enthusiasts, mostly guys dressed in black shirts and pants, many, obviously, were guitar players, too.
Malmsteen’s show gives the audience a chance to witness a truly well-polished routine. There was a memorable moment just after the very beginning of the show hen making the early intros, the lead singer, in a distinctly Scottish brogue, quoted Yuri Gagarin, the first man ever to be launched into outer space; when asked whether he spotted the ‘face of god’ during orbit, Yuri was said to reply that, no, he hadn’t seen God, but he had seen the Great Wall of China, and that was the only manmade thing actually visible from space. “Well,” the singer-MC went on to add, “tonight we have brought along the Great Wall of Marshalls…” Behind he and the players ranged a tall group of at least six double size amplifier-speakers, and on both sides of the stage-front, a double row of huge speakers at least 12 feet tall. That made the difference, and the sonic quality was absolutely superb.
Indeed, the finesse of the Malmsteen show lay in the precisely crafted soundstream, which was tuned to just the right level of intense loudness to enthrall everyone in the hall. The first thing that the audience heard was the sound of a guitar, played offstage in the blackness, an eerie fog of CO2 gas rising over the dark stage. And that first sound of the guitar was clear and focused, with no noise but pure music. The guitars and drums and synthesizer were precisely balanced and the only thing the audience may have missed were some of the vocals, except for the one exceptional blues number sung by Malmsteen himself more than half way through the non-stop 2 hour concert. The only other memorable vocal, that I can recollect, was something about, “if you play with the devil, the devil will take you away.”
But this concert was not intended to be about vocals. It was about guitar playing. That’s all the audience wanted to see and hear, after all. Malmsteen plays and plays and plays, and at such a lightning pace, with an absolutely flawless technique, that it is not only amazing, it is a wonder that he isn’t even more famous than he is, which really isn’t too famous, after all… Never have you heard anyone launch into such an array of modes, styles, techniques and musical samplings – all played on a vintage 1970 cream-colored Stratocaster, which required frequent retuning / replacing with a look-alike throughout the show. Whenever he’d finished playing through a couple of songs, Malmsteen would toss the instrument over his head or directly at his stage hand Steve, who would catch it and rush off to get another freshly tuned guitar. During the course of each song, he’d rip through a strip of guitar picks and toss them off into the audience after a minute or two.
But when he played, it was a virtuosic display of a wide variety of styles and particular musical skills: glissando leaps, jetting cadenzas, precipices of falling scale, arpeggios punctuated by sudden stops and acciaccatura, and more than one moment of pizzicato plucking right after tidal movements of layered waves of resonant sonic chords that seemed to course like the sea, crashing across the rocks… He sampled a wide repertoire of tunes, both modern and classical. He zipped through some happier Mozart pieces and later, a Bach toccata and fugue. He even briefly touched on a Jimi Hendrix Stars and Stripes rendition, but didn’t drop quite so many bombs as the original, longer version. Much of his musical virtuosity is based on his rapid playing skill, his ability to scale chords, but most of all, his exceptional talent for playing individual notes in melodies that are tightly structured and perfectly executed. I don’t think he made a single error the whole night.
To watch Malmsteen is to watch a natural phenomenon of unprecedented, almost subterranean sources. He would have been friendly with somebody like Mahler, but might end up having a fist fight if you rubbed him the wrong way, for whatever obscure reason, some mental impatience with the intransigence of the world that so many poets, painters and musicians have had to endure over the ages. Malmsteen is not only music and fantastic range, but sheer emotion: during the course of his performance, the musician’s face went through several transformations, as he concentrated, intensely, as he played with uninterrupted endurance, and as he seemed to travel from joy to despair and back to happiness again. While you can often see an artist at work, we seldom get a chance to observe such a truly talented artist as Malmsteen - live in person!
Everyone in the audience was awed and inspired and our ears rang for a whole hour afterwards. Let’s hope the satisfied audience can inspire Malmsteen to achieve his own inner peace, and his “fury” might be quenched at last!
:fume: [/quote]
In other words, 2 hours of weedly-weedly wee. 
Popo,
Wonderful review. I saw him back in '94 at a small club in Florida. Metal was already dead at that point. All of EIGHT people showed up to see him play. I was shocked that so few showed up but it was a weekday night.
But what shocked me even more was that Malmsteen didn’t miss a beat. He put on a fantastic show as if he were playing in front of thousands of screaming fans.
I thought that showed real class. Rare for a celeb. He’s a true artist.
Have you ever thought about writing concert reviews? 
Reminds me of the time I saw Joe Satriani at Crisler arena in Ann Arbor. I love the man’s music but after 2 hours I was ready to run out of there screaming.
[quote=“sandman”]
In other words, 2 hours of weedly-weedly wee. [/quote]
Well, you certainly have my vote for advisor to Louis Louis Louuueyeeeee… But methinks Mr. Minister that Jean-Jacques will take strides to install another Jacobin… Mark my works, when the sun sinks sinister, and yer pants dally without cause for obeisance to sister Cynic, it be time to indulge the innocent wish…
if ye have time for such small fare, pay it… let’s be glad ye still can let 'em snatch at something besides the dust of our graves
before too late too long, those lassies shall mock and mutter their inaudible regrets… but no’ne’s to blame… just loose language lagging in her ear, a giggle…
( Let’s hire Sandman to do all the reviews from now on – we can get by with his capsule, about ten or fifteen seconds just after the news bulletin… The kids won’t have to learn how to read to understand 'im, ya… )
the review sounds like a damn college student wrote it. worthless for reference in my opinion.
shred is dead, except in taiwan, where guitar toting guitar club geeks think it’s “li hai”.
I saw Steve Vai around 2000 and I was bored out of my skull after 30 minutes.
But if Malmsteem performs in front of one man and his dog like he would if there were 10,000, he is a professional.
You can’t fault that.