Times have changed.

Last week I had the pleasure of taking my son to his first concert. As we sat comfortably in our seats in the Paramount Theater in Seattle, I was struck by how radically times have changed.

First, of the three bands that played, only one actually used a guitar. The other two bands featured synthesizers and computers. In fact, one of the bands included a musician who appeared to play the Macintosh computer. No killer guitar solos. No crushing drum solos.

Second, I had no idea that teenage girls were able to scream in such high-pitched tones. At times it was actually louder than the music.

Third, and perhaps most compelling, was the fact that from our seats in the balcony, we had a birds-eye view of the floor-level attendees. Instead of seeing dancing/moshing teenagers holding lighters, I saw nothing but a sea of cell phone screens. I can only guess that the fans were capturing the event on video compliments of Verizon, Spring and AT&T, but it was quite compelling to see the entire floor-level  awash in a mass of green cell phone screens. Amazing. No lighters. No beach balls being tossed around.

These three observations caused me to consider the ever-widening gap between the generations.

Jennifer Korfiatis