Jet knows his music knowledge is dated, he'd been teased for it by others before, but what better way to learn guitar than to play things that were hot at the time? The time just happened to be the 50s and early 60s in America, stuff that could usually be found in a jukebox at the corner diner.

Aziraphale seemed to be enjoying them, though, and that was what mattered. He smirked a bit at the mention of classical and the stirrings of warmth and memory it brought to him. "Wish you could meet Albert, one of my family. He's all about that kind of music. Pretty sure he used to play the piano."

Jet partially held out the guitar to Aziraphale. "Wanna learn? I could teach you the basics. You'd probably like acoustic stuff."