Scales “Come in!” came a voice. Hurley went in and confronted a bald, well-built man in a wife-beater undershirt with an electric guitar strapped on, playing scales slowly, with no amplifier, to the tick-tock of a tall red metronome. He didn’t stop when he saw Hurley. He just nodded and said, “What do you…
Scales by Jim Meirose
