I was 14 years old and I had started to learn guitar with my first acoustic. After about six months I was felling pretty good with my progress. I could more or less play the songs of Nirvana and Eric Clapton unplugged concerts and I was already planning to buy an electric, because I thought that if I can play Clapton solos in Layla and Old Love, I might be close to be able to play Brian May/Queen songs and solos, which at that point I believed to be the most virtuosistic and ferocius guitar playing a human was capable of.
One day I saw a spanish guitar magazine with a trascription of “Is this the world we created?”, and I bought it immediately to be able to learn at last one of the songs of my favorite band, while I waited to be able to afford an electric.
In that guitar magazine there was an article about a new live album from a guitar maestro I have never heard of (My music collection at that point had to be something like 5 CDs). The critic was awesome, and the CD that acompained the magazine included one track of that live album.
It was Black Star, of Yngwie Malmsteen LIVE!!! album. The best version of that song ever. Ten minutes of melodic guitar pandemonium.
Never gonna forget that moment. I felt like being in front of Godzilla in real life.
FUCKING AMAZING.