Category: REFLECTIONS
The world needs guitar heroes
Nothing symbolises rock’n’roll like an electric GUITAR.
What would rock be without its guitar heroes, the axemen and axewomen who can speak through their strings – translate their inner musical visions through their fingertips??
My first guitarhero was YNGWIE MALMSTEEN. I loved, loved loved everything he did, from the early Alcatrazz-stuff, to his first Rising Force instrumental album and to my favorite “Trilogy” and up to “Odyssey” which was a fantastic album in my opinion. He had Joe Lynn Turner singing on it for gods sake, how could you go wrong?! :)
In a way, it was thanks Yngwie that I got my first job at the newspaper Kvällsposten back in 1988. He was coming to Olympen, Lund, to do a show with the Odyssey-lineup and I wrote to Kvällsposten several times, begging them to bring me along if they were going to interview Yngwie. I wanted to see a music journalist in action cause I wanted to be one one day. So to me it was a great idea to kind of do both – meet Yngwie and watch a reporter in action, all at the same time.
I didn’t get to meet Yngwie on THAT visit to Lund, but the next time he played – I was there to interview him – for Kvällsposten. :) By then, they had given me the job as their rock-reporter because they saw, judging from my letters, that I could write and that I knew my music…!
[One of my absolute favorites… Black Star.]
I thought he was a musical genious.
I mean – he was WILD on stage! He was like a super-model, striking 30 different poses in one minute, yet he would continue playing that guitar like nobody’s business, it was breathtaking. How could you do all that running and posing and headbanging and still play like a modern Paganini and make it look like a piece of cake???
Yngwie is the ultimate guitar hero in my book.
[From one of my first meetings with Yngwie – at Olympen, Lund 1989.
He wouldn’t let the photographer take any pics before he got a Rolex on his wrist!
He had a whole BOX of Rolexes that he wanted help choosing from!
As far as I know, this photo was never published, I got it from the photographer as a gift because it hadn’t been used. :)]

My next guitar hero was PAUL GILBERT.
I wish I could say that I “discovered” him through Racer X but I didn’t. I got the Racer X-albums later but it was the first Mr Big-album that blew me away.
I get all excited just THINKING about it! :))
Paul was – no, Paul IS fantastic! What I loved about him, and still do, is his very personal style. He can show off but he always does it tastefully, and he always has an element of entertainment in everything he does. I adore his goofy sense of humor.
It was always fun and interesting seeing him in a new video, or live shows or something – cause he always had those crazy pants, suits, shirts, and and guitars! I remember the one with the fringes – and he was talking about it in an interview – or maybe in one of his first instruction-videos. He was laughing while explaining why he liked the fringes – and suddenly it made perfect sense. It looked cool and it kept his hands dry!
[My copy of Guitars That Rule The World – with Paul Gilbert’s signature on it]

I collected EVERYTHING there was with Paul Gilbert. I loved his Jimi Hendrix-solo album cause he has such a cool singing voice too. But one of my favorite things was a silly little tune that he played on a CD called “Guitars That Rule The World“, released by Guitar World back in 1992.
It had other great players on it: Yngwie, Nuno Bettencourt, Reb Beach, Zakk Wylde (although I’m not a Zakk-fan) and Richie Kotzen to name a few.
Paul’s contribution was this very goofy, fun melody that to me is 100% HIM. Anything goes!
It was called “I Understand Completely” (even the title is very…. Paul)
Found these on Youtube – the actual tune and Paul explaining how the song came about.
I travelled all over the place to see Mr Big, and of course, it was for one reason – mainly – and that was Paul Gilbert. I was backstage with the guys a few times and I was shocked because back in those days, there was one “prop” that you would always see backstage with EVERY band that came through town: Groupies.
There were barely any groupies backstage with Mr Big, just very few that kind of “had to” be there for the image of the band or whatever. The only one who gave a flying fuck about them was Billy who politely talked to one chick that was dressed in a white leather cowgirl outfit. Paul didn’t give a rats ass, he was eating cereal out of the box. Eric Martin didn’t care either. Don’t even remember where Pat was.
These guys were 100% musicians, not interested in the groupie-thing. Eventhough Paul wrote the kind of self-explanatory song “A little too loose” about his “side step” with a chick in Oklahoma city, he just seemed so nerdy that he wouldn’t know what to DO with those chicks. He was a rock star – yet he wasn’t. He was a musician, all the way, and I admired him even more after that.
I believe in telling people if they do something that I like – cause we could all use more positive feedback in life, in general.
So…. I wrote to Paul when he was out on the road (back in those days, without internet, you had to buy a music mag, check the dates and venues, and then try to send it to the venue that seemed closest, where they would actually receive the mail).
One day, when I got home from work, there was a letter for me. From some hotel in England? It was from Paul!!
I was really touched- he took time to reply, it was the sweetest thing. I’ve had that in a frame ever since. That – and his guitar pick. :)

Saw Mr Big everywhere and Billy Sheehan was the one who ended up talking to me every time, cause Paul was a kind of in his own little world most of the time – which was okay by me, I loved his musicianship, he could be whoever he wanted to be offstage.
Then there were no more guitar heroes for a while. Except for a short Steve Vai-period during the “The audience is listening“-time. I loved his crazy Ibanez-guitars, the one with the hysterical, insane neon colors and the HANDLE! :)
Then…. I went to NYC back in December, which was a dramatic story just that – might tell it again someday but not now… I had tickets for Toronto too but since my friend Kevin couldn’t go and my other friend Shawn had to cancel in the last minute too, I figured what the heck, I’ll skip Canada and just concentrate on the Madison Square Garden-gig.
I just wanted to see my hero ROB HALFORD. That was the purpose of even going to the show. My plan was to just see a few songs with Ozzy and then leave. I’ve seen Ozzy a bunch of times through the years. He is a living legend, NOTHING he’s ever done has ever been BAD. I love all his albums and all that, but I was tired after the ordeal even GETTING to New York that day when LaGuardia was closed and I had to get there from Nashville and Washington D.C by car….!
So I was a wreck when I finally got to the show. Of course, Halford gave me my energy back, I was HIGH after his gig, I mean, what can I say…. The man rules.
The plan was to check out a few songs with Ozzy and go back to the hotel to get some sleep.
But……. Change of plans!!
Zakk Wylde was out of the band, which I think was about time, cause Ozzy needed something new and fresh. And he sure found it.
GUS G is the new, modern guitar hero. I was blown away and time just flew. Tired? Oh yeah, I just forgot that I was. I didn’t miss a thing of Ozzy’s show at Madison Square Garden, and certainly not one single note of Gus’ playing or antics on stage. Holy crap.
Suddenly, Ozzy’s show wasn’t the “same old, same old” anymore. It was new, refreshed, ALIVE, interesting. And it’s because of a 30-year old Greek guy with a “hair-fan” and his ESP’s…!
I haven’t really been a “fan” of anything for a few years, but I felt like an enthusiastic kid again. You get kind of jaded after a while – I mean, I still love my old heroes but it’s hard to get me into the new stuff because nobody quite sticks out anymore. I grew up with larger-than-life rockstars. Those are pretty much extinct.
Gus G has brought it back to rock’n’roll.
What I love about that guy is his ENTHUSIASM, his true love for what he does – you just can’t miss that.
The guy really lives for his guitar.
I enjoy the OzTV-video blog episodes, so I subscribed to them. Almost in EVERY video, you see Gus sitting around somewhere playing his guitar. Before the show. During the show. After the show. In his sleep?? :-D
He plays with passion.
You see him on stage playing, and it’s with such intensity that it’s as if he’s making love to his guitar.
Classy, beautiful, aggressive, technical, heavy, his fingers are so fast that you’d swear you’re watching them with a motion-blur!
I like this guy because he is genuine. There’s nothing fake about him. It makes me curious to find out what lies behind his sincere, pure passion for guitarplaying.
That show in NYC had me go to London with very short notice, to see his band Firewind. I wouldn’t care if he was playing with fucking JUSTIN BIEBER – I would want to go and see him play!
[one of my videos from the London-gig]
I wrote him just to ask about the London show and he wrote back almost right away. Very few people in his position do that. They are busy or lazy or both, and fans are gonna be there anyway, so why bother?
It’s refreshing with a musician that doesn’t have attitude-problems and who plays like he’s best pals with GOD. Or that other dude… downstairs! :)
My perception of this guy is very positive and a big Gus-fan from Canda, a cop who is absolutely nuts about Firewind and Gus, has the most fantastic things to say about Gus as a person. Actually, when I look around the web, the same thing keeps coming back in comments from fans: “He’s such a nice guy”.
He’s unbe-fuckin’-lievable on stage, plays like he sold his soul to the devil in exchange for his super-talent – and … he is nice to people. What’s not to like about the dude? :)
I’ll be all over Europe this summer to enjoy Ozzy-shows. Gus G has already placed himself in the history-books as Ozzy’s guitar wiz, yet he doesn’t quite seem to get it yet. :) Watch this clip:
“People think I’m somebody famous….” :-D
The guitar symbolises everything that we love about rock – passion, love, hate, anger, strength – power!!
And the world needs its guitar heroes.
Married – to music
Had a friend over last night and we somehow got on the subject relationships. She had a lot on her mind that she needed to vent and I listened, I understand a lot of her frustration. But as for me… I have to say that I’m happily married and in love – with MUSIC.
At this point, I hope I don’t fall in love with anyone because all it does is slow me down in what I want to do in life. It sucks out all your energy and keeps you focused on all the wrong things.
It’s not even something that I’m trying to convince myself of, it’s really the way it is. My greatest love and lifelong passion in life, is music. It’s the only thing that I haven’t grown tired of. Everything else comes and goes. Even people come and go. But music, and how it makes me feel, always remains solid.
And I’m sometimes wondering if we are born with that. My parents told me that I was trying to sing to songs I heard them play at home, before I could even talk.
I would try to mimic the sounds. When they had friends over visiting, when I was about 4 or 5, I would entertain them with my singing – used a jump-rope as a microphone and imagined I was on a big stage.
[3 or 4 years old. Forgot everything when I got this red, plastic Strat for Christmas…]
EVERYTHING was ALWAYS about music. I was a geek in school and I guess I wasn’t really that interested in hanging with the “cool” people. I spent all day in my room listening to records.
My mom had this portable grammophone from the 50’s that I had in my room, and my grandfather used to work in a jukebox-factory. So when the songs in the jukeboxes weren’t popular anymore, they were just thrown away and replaced with the latest hits. So I had all those really cool, colored vinyl singles in red, green, yellow, with Connie Francis and Brenda Lee for instance that I loved listening to.
There was always somebody that gave me records. My parents friends that didn’t want whatever LP they had lying around, like Ike & Tina Turner or an Australian band whose album I used to love, called Walrus.
It was like I would disappear into another world. I have no idea how many hours I would spend in my room just listening to music, singing to it, pretending I was a star.
Or I wrote stories. Lots and lots of stories. I actually found some of them a few months ago when I was cleaning out the closet. So the writing started way back.
But it continued throughout my whole life. All I really cared about was music. I studied music science at the University in Lund, I sang with my band Spirit, I went to keyboard-classes which bored me to death, then I got drum-lessons by a friend and I loved playing drums. But I loved singing even more and I couldn’t do both (I’m not Phil Collins…!).
Basically…. When I think about it now, it doesn’t matter what happens in life, as long as I have music in it. I can’t be with a guy who doesn’t understand that passion and that love, and unfortunately that narrows it down quite a bit.
I thought that my ex from way back was into music as much as I was, but he would shake his head when I screamed out in pure excitement over a great gig or a fantastic CD. He would mumble something like “It’s not THAT good….”. And now recently he was putting me down in his blogs for not realizing what is REALLY important in life. And “music isn’t important, that’s just entertainment”. Dude – we live on two different planets. If there was no music I wouldn’t be alive.
I was madly in love with a touring musician and it fit me and my lifestyle perfectly. We shared the love for music and we could sit there and talk about music for hours. Or share Youtube-tips and clips or play some obscure old 80’s band to eachother like two kids “heeey you gotta hear this!!”. So far, I think he was the only guy who ever GOT me and understood what I was all about.
But shit happens and I’m not even getting into why we lost contact but it also made me realize that music is really all I need. It was like that when I was a kid, it still is and it always will be.
Nothing touches my heart the was music does. When I saw Halford at Madison Square Garden back in December, people around me were screaming, headbanging, raising their fists up in the air – but I stood there bawling my eyes out like a crazy person, because the music has always been so powerful and it has touched me to the point where I don’t know what to do with myself. If music was a person, I would marry it!
Halford’s voice, combined with those heavy guitars and the thunder that the rythm-section created, was overwhelming. I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.
This whole summer I will be travelling everywhere across Europe checking out various festivals and shows, and it makes me smile only thinking about it. :)))
A colleague at work said: “But… why would you want to see the same group more than once? Aren’t they playing the same songs??”
Oh boy. How do you explain the power, the energy that goes between the crowd and the people on stage – that magical feeling that just makes you feel high?? You can’t explain that in words. It needs to be experienced.
And if you don’t get it, you never will. I sure as hell can’t explain it to anyone who doesn’t want to know, or wasn’t born to love music and everything that has to do with it.
So, I’m single and happy with it. It keeps me focused on what I want to do with my life, and I know that the only thing that makes me happy in the long run is music.
Should I ever happen to find another music-nerd that gets it, then fine. But right now I think that life is perfect exactly as it is. :)
