Over The Hill: Guitar Tab

Martyn's compositions demand serious technical facility while rewarding you with genuinely musical results. This tab gives students access to a writer whose guitar voice shaped how contemporary fingerstyle players think about texture, dynamics, and emotional pacing.

Introspective and mature without being mournful; the guitar work carries weight and deliberation, with moments of surprising warmth breaking through reflective passages. There's a conversational quality to the phrasing that makes the instrument feel like it's speaking directly to the listener.

Intermediate to advanced guitarists with solid fingerstyle foundation who are ready to tackle pieces where technical mastery serves lyrical expression. Students exploring how folk and rock vocabularies can coexist in a single composition will find real learning here.

• Pay attention to Martyn's dynamic shaping within single phrases; he doesn't rely on loud and soft sections but rather uses incremental shifts in touch and sustain to build intensity.
• Work through the fingering options in the tab systematically rather than defaulting to the easiest position; Martyn's choices often exploit specific tonal qualities available only from certain frets.
• Let the timing breathe where the notation allows it; rushing through the measure will flatten the sophisticated harmonic movement that makes this piece work.

Feature this in a recital focused on singer-songwriter traditions or pair it with other Martyn compositions to show how his guitar voice evolved. It also works well as a study piece in intermediate ensemble settings where students can learn from observing how a master deploys fingerstyle technique with restraint and intention.

• Fingerstyle coordination across multiple simultaneous melodic lines
• Reading and executing alternate tunings from tab notation
• Dynamic control and tonal variation without changing position
• Phrasing and timing in non-metric or rubato passages
• Harmonic awareness through sustained voicings and voice leading