MALMSTEEN

If Yngwie Malmsteen dies today, he will surely castrate the medieval sack of Apollo and steal his golden lyre, and use this holy lyre to fiddle out the greatest tunes ever concocted by a non-human. Malmsteen is a celestial body of pure energy and/or righteousness at any given stroke of his stringed repertoire godliness. I must even take a moment to regain my composure after being mentally obliterated by the background music of the Great Malm.
A brief glance into the uncharted worlds of boundless vats of righteousness, will lead you to the bottom of my blog page. Here, you will notice something very Malmsteen. In fact, Malmsteen may await you at the bottom of this page. Surely, once you have located this beaming example of self-righteousness, you shall drop to your knees and edify AAAALLLAAAAAHHH! Stunned, you may find yourself gorging vast quanitites of food or drink (alcohol of course) from the sheer power while listening (because it's malmsteen - kind audible observation) to the spider fingers of Apollo's son-he-never-had.
Dan's Final Thought/Advice: Yngwie Johann Malmsteen = 7 strings - 1 string x righteousness / half of the world's collective righteousness + arpeggios from hell.