Yngwie played at a club I worked at in DC years ago. He was easily the biggest douche of any of the performers that came through. This wasn't a stadium, this was a bar, in Georgetown, that had live music most nights, and a comedy troupe on Saturday's. He very pointedly asked me where his masseuse was, and was very upset when I told him there wasn't one. Fuckin' masseuse. We had like a two drink and one sandwich limit for 90% of the talent, and he wanted a masseuse.