Twice in the last year I got my Martin acoustic guitar, two different houses where friends packed into every house had a guitarist with 14 years of age, for the tip. In one case there was a girl of 14 years of age, the other a 14 years old. The girl was still wearing braces, the boy was about 6 feet, a thick head of long hair, curly, looking at the ends and very humid. A house in addition to the teenager, a Fender Stratocaster in the other house, next to the teenager, was an Ibanez electric guitar.
I found early on in trying to play with a person 40 years younger than me, that the generation gap was a huge difference. I did not play nice open chords in the key of G or D, and it was my teammate won interference grungy power chords to tune the guitar and play it loud! I would listen for a while and when she ran out of the dynamics (for the moment!) I would suggest to play a bit more melodic then I try to go ahead, and offer some kind of rhythmic accompaniment. This would be a kind of blank stare, one had an edge of teenage angst associated with it. But because in any case, there was a parent present, who would try to cooperate and, finally, in a few minutes, the urge to die again and it was an awkward silence.
Finally, I would like to recognize my own guitar down, this will not work out put. And little by little every teenager who begins to play things that had performed very well and I felt and I would like to offer my compliments to the beautiful guitar.
Anyway, a couple of minutes of commonality would explode. In a case that took the girl with her start asking some simple tasks, Am, F, D and G. I showed the sequence to play, I took on my guitar, the rhythm of it, and if I fall into the slot appeared in the lead role went to Apache, one of my favorite guitar instrumentals from the 1960s. Interestingly, after about 90 seconds of sound very well together, could not maintain their interest or concentration and hit a power chord sequence of a song by Green Day.
The boy and his Ibanez electric came the moment when, after seeing him grimace in pain before this attempt to play together, if I could show you some of my original songs on my Martin asked. He and his friend agreed and I took a few minutes to re-tune the guitar to DADGAD tuning. He said he had heard of him but was not sure what it was. So I wrote to the two instrumental tracks, and went to play the final few minutes there was real music appreciation. We had crossed the gap and appreciated each other for music. And later in the night, this beautiful young man several references to the DADGAD tuning and I’m sure it’s something to mess with your own.
If the opportunity arises, to make music and make music with someone over the abyss of musical taste, I recommend you work to close this gap. music appreciation can definitely bring the generations together.