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 America.