Jim Stricklan is an acclaimed performing songwriter and radio personality. Stricklan moved to Denver in 1971 and began singing in the local coffee houses-including Global Village, Sweet Loretta's, and the Denver Folklore Center. In the 80s he played at Colorado clubs and concert halls-including Ebbetts Field, the Buckhorn Exchange, and the Paramount Theater-before returning to Texas in 1987. Stricklan's radio career in Denver featured stints at KBPI-FM, KIMN, KERE, and KBRQ. In 1985 he was inducted into the Colorado Country Music Foundation's Hall of Fame. In recent years Stricklan has worked at such legendary radio stations as KWKH in Shreveport, KLOL-FM in Houston and KVET-FM in Austin. He has written hundreds of songs and released seventeen albums to date. Music Mountain is his first novel. The author lives in Austin, Texas with his wife Leslie and their two calico cats. For more information about Jim Stricklan and his music visit www.frontroommusic.com
by James Stricklan
by James Stricklan
Published Oct 31, 2007
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General
Rocky Mountain High-jinx with a musical twist!
Songwriter Justin Locke has all the talent to make it big, yet can't seem to catch a break until a mysterious angel waltzes into his life, in a notorious mountain saloon in Evergreen, Colorado. When powerful Denver music critic Zak Ballantine tries to destroy Justin's blossoming career, a turbulent chain of events is unleashed. Driven by his passion for music, Justin risks losing the love of his life, his friends, and even his amazing band-on a wild, treacherous journey to the top of Music Mountain.
Up above timberline, Justin J. Locke-cowboy poet, cashew junkie, and wild jeep rider-sat huddled beneath a granite outcropping near Tin Cup. The bitter cold was numbing, not far above zero. He'd climbed between eleven and twelve thousand feet before parking his weariness. Luckily, no wind blew on the mountain. The dark pine forest below stood silent and the sky was bright with stars. Moonlight lit up the snow caps, giving a heavenly glow to God's silent playground. Gnarled gray branches of dead wood lay scattered on the mountainside, like the bleached bones of ancient giants. The silence was amazing!