Scene at the El Deora
The rain was battering the window so loudly that it threatened to drown out the music
drifting from the clock radio. Some Floyd Cramer honky tonk lullaby tinkling through
the random, percussive background reminding her of her childhood listening to American
music, barely intelligible through the wall of radio static on the short wave band.
She had never been in this motel room before but tonight, bathed in the warm red
and honey yellow neon from the sign outside, it felt homey enough, and it was good
to be off the road. Her Chinese and Soviet masters were expecting her on the coast
in 3 days but the last thing she or they needed was to get rear-ended in the rain
with a trunk full of cold war dynamite. No. This was fine.
77 El Deora
Oblique Americana: Heated Pool
77 El Deora plays original music in the classic rhythms and themes of western