Posts by Brandon William Fletcher

The Fields – A Bouldering Film

Premiered at the screening of the Vancouver International Mountain Film Festival in Kelowna, BC, Canada, “The Fields” is a short documentary film following the story of local climber Andy White, directed by Clayton Arnall.

The Boulderfields, also known as “The Fields”, is a potential world class bouldering area located south of Kelowna, BC, Canada . Although the area has been known as a sport rock climbing area for quite some time, it’s only been in the last few years that people have been discovering the amazing bouldering the area has to offer. In that time hundreds of problems have been established, ranging from easy V0 lines, to hard double digit lines. At the forefront of development in the area are local climbers Andy White and Jason Duris. After a life threatening traditional climbing fall, Andy started bouldering in the Okanagan and hasn’t looked back. The film also provides a primer as to what bouldering is for those new to the sport. Thanks for watching!

For more info on bouldering in the Okanagan Valley, please visit Andy’s blog at okbouldering.blogspot.ca

The Bros. Landreth – Sept. 21 at The Streaming Cafe

The Bros. Landreth

Brothers Joey and David Landreth have spent the last decade supporting some of Canada’s most talented artists, developing a reputation for their exceptional musicianship. They’ve played with everyone from Doc Walker to Imaginary Cities and now they are finally taking the plunge into a project that is uniquely their own, The Bros. Landreth. The band will be releasing their debut album ‘Let it Lie’ on September 3rd and will be kicking off their Western Canadian Tour on September 5th with an Album Release Show at the West End Cultural Centre (WECC) in Winnipeg.

‘Let it Lie’ was recorded through the dead of winter in Southern Manitoba with the guidance of friend and producer Murray Pulver (Doc Walker, Tara Oram, Crash Test Dummies). Their studio time happened to land them directly in the middle of the coldest week in January with the temperature hovering below -30C. The heat in the loaned van died on the trip out to the country and they had to borrow a heat gun to defrost a pie shaped circle in the windshield. Despite all of this, The Bros. Landreth are still fiercely proud to call Winnipeg their home.

“We’re at the epicenter of this great artistic hub, smack dab in the middle of the coldest place in the known universe,” David playfully exaggerates. “We have to write and play just to stay warm half the year. It becomes a creative incubator – a survival technique.”

With their debut album ‘Let It Lie’ The Bros. Landreth leave the esoteric behind in favor of delivering stories simply, never letting their road-proven musicality stand in the way of the songs speaking for themselves. It begins with the upbeat “Our Love”, which tells the story of a relationship at the end of it’s rope. “Runaway Train” features their musician father, Wally Landreth, sharing vocal duties and the guitar driven “Goin’ To the Country” is an opportunity to hear the band dig in. French horn sneaks in beautifully unexpected on the heartbreaking “Greenhouse” – a song tackling the fallout of a tragic suicide. “Nothing” is the truest love song of the bunch and features a lonesome cowboy harmonica solo that will raise the hackles on the back of your neck and make you check your boots for snakes.

Catch The Bros. Landreth at Streaming Cafe on September 21st!

Floridas – Another Place

Local film collective ROOM paired with local musician Floridas to complete a music video for Floridas track “Another Place” off of their recent EP, Cadboro, which was released about a month ago. It was shot in Penticton with actors from Vernon, Kelowna, Summerland, and Penticton.

BESTiE – Asleep on the Bus

Our buds in BESTiE just completed their latest music video, “Asleep on the Bus,” made in part as the group’s first challenge for the PEAK Performance Project (which the band was announced as a top 20 finalist of this past June). The video follows the story of the song which takes the listener through the pain of the work week on Monday to the bliss of Friday.

The video made it’s debut on Tuesday along with a new remix of the track by the Toronto / Vancouver based electronic dance act WMNSTUDIES. Both tracks can be downloaded for free through their Soundcloud.

BESTiE - Asleep on the Bus


BESTiE - Asleep on the Bus (WMNSTUDIES Remix)

Hot and Dry Sessions: JoyfulDoor “I’ll Wait For You”

As part of our own Throwback Thursday and keeping the #aokendlesssummer going strong, today and every Thursday for the rest of summer we’ll be releasing a live video by bands who performed at our Hot and Dry Canadian Summer Kick-Off at Habitat on July 4-6, 2013.

Here is Kelowna’s JoyfulDoor and a their new song “I’ll Wait For You.”

Hot and Dry Sessions: Windmills “Clocks”

As part of our own Throwback Thursday and keeping the #aokendlesssummer going strong, today and every Thursday for the next 10 weeks we’ll be releasing a live video by bands who performed at our Hot and Dry Canadian Summer Kick-Off at Habitat on July 4-6, 2013.

Here is Vernon’s Windmills covering Coldplay’s “Clocks.”

High Tide Fashion Show

Awesome Okanagan recently paired with CREAM Salons to board the high seas* (otherwise known as Habitat) together with some of the freshest talent the A-OK has to offer. We set sail in nautical clothes for “High Tide,” the 2013 Summer Fashion Show & Fundraiser benefiting the Elizabeth Fry Society.

Clothes by Man + Woman
Live music by Windmills
Choreography by Zebra Eyes Contemporary Dance / Cosmic-co-motion
Donations by Kelowna Actors Studio / CREAM Hair and Makeup Lounge / DunnEnzies Pizza / Mosaic Books

Music by DyE, their song “Fantasy.”

Why You May Not Survive the Mystic Trail at Mabel Lake

If you ever find your way up to Mabel Lake (via Lumby or Enderby) you’ll drive off paved roads into the forest and are likely to find a quiet, out-of-the-way lake with no cell reception. If this sounds like the beginning of every horror movie you’ve ever seen, congratulations you’ve seen through our preamble.

In classic horror cliché, we arrived Saturday with fresh food and cold beer to an already in-progress birthday party. Adventures kept pretty close to the campsite that initial day due to the fact that we were a big crowd and it’s fundamentally impossible to motivate our group to much more than a 1km ‘hike.’ The sun was hot and the sand was hotter, it was about all you could do to stay conscious all day. Exploring required more effort than we would muster smoldering under a scorching summer sun. Temperatures in the shade were reaching 32º+ and borderline uncomfortably frosty dips were important to help revitalize at much needed intervals throughout the day.

Pictured Here

Pictured here: comfortable shade and not-at-all the gateway to someone’s harrowing descent into madness.

Come Sunday, most members of our group made their way back to civilization and only the 3 of us remained; myself, Mitch & Katy. I had mentioned trails or waterfalls I thought I recalled from my youth that were nearby. Back in the day, my parents and I would go camping often. Of the many destinations we visited, Sugar and Mabel Lake were pretty regular. I guess the proximity to our house in Lavington made them pretty ideal for a quick trip away from home and, perhaps more importantly, an equally quick trip back at the end of a sun-baked weekend. We were already on the hunt for firewood that day so we thought we’d kill two birds with one stone, find the campsite host, and ask about any notable landmarks. After all, there is no way this could end with us being chased through the woods by the Blair Witch.

Maybe using the word "kill" was just asking for trouble.

Maybe using the word “kill” was just asking for trouble.

Upon meeting our host, she directed us a short trip up the road. She mentioned Cascade Falls (a place we couldn’t find to save our lives) and, at 15 1/2 forestry kilometer, The Mystic Trail. A ‘magical’ little path whose name is missing about two adjectives and three exclamation points. The campsite host’s description of “a cute little area where someone carved some neat things into the hill” really undersold the horror of what we were about to encounter.

"Oh good. This isn't foreboding."

“Oh good. This isn’t foreboding.”

The trail is adjacent to a haunted bridge and marked by a staggeringly-large amount of shoes nailed to a tree that locals have taken to calling the shoe tree. We won’t speculate why and assume any reason for this name is surely lost to time. Looking back, I suppose it’s my own fault that “neat things” didn’t immediately infer that they would be unspeakably nightmarish things. Maybe I was expecting stick-man drawings on rocks, or GRAD2013, or even Robbie + Julie 4Ever in a heart. Definitely something over-emphasizing the permanence of youth.

Hindsight

Here “someone carved some neat things” like this spinal column, unpleasantly twisted into the guise of the Ogopogo’s evil twin.

Naturally hindsight is 20/20, or it would have been if our eyes weren’t plucked straight from their sockets while tempting the curse of the Mystic Trail that we absolutely didn’t just make up.

I want to believe this place is only unintentionally terrifying and probably meant to evoke feelings of whimsy in adults and children alike. Makes sense. Everyone knows little boys and girls enjoy mutilated skulls and trash dolls displayed in gruesome manners meant to mock death in many creative ways.

I See You

Even with warm, summery Instagram filters, this is only barely passable as the least paralyzing piece of art present.

Now, there’s nothing saying any of these bones or parts are from humans. For example, we escaped alive and slept through the night with only a few mosquito bites to show for it. Had this mockery of the human death experience been made of actual persons we’re pretty sure only one of us would have escaped alive. I’m half-Mexican and Mitch is the big, white guy, sooo clearly the survivor would have been Katy.

"Hey. Haunt here often?"

Especially after I literally taunted the “artwork.”

Jokes aside, it was a pretty sweet little tour and quick way to beat the heat. Just don’t spend the night inside the tiny, abandoned cabin or pee on any of the dolls and you’ll probably make it out unscathed.

That or you'll find yourself buried in this patch of Skull Daisies. Which were exactly as petrifying as you'd expect.

That or you’ll find yourself in this patch of Skull Daisies, which are exactly what you’d think they were if you were expecting them to be lots of tiny bird skulls.

Thanks to Katy (@ktken on Instagram) for snapping pictures while my iPhone cowered in the vehicle.