a kettle prime
A Kettle Prime As the bass player for A Kettle Prime, I got to experience more than I could have ever imagined. The four of us became very close, both as musicians, and as friends. The audio recordings, the videos, and the photos all help bring back fantastic AKP memories. We shared moments, on stage, and in rehearsal locations, that no one else will ever fully understand. A band of brothers that quickly rose to popularity in Maui, and got to travel as a band to the worlds largest music showcasing festival in the world. â€œTallâ€? Tim Rausch
A Kettle Prime Peter Hamilton Guitar, Keys, Synthesizers, Vocals Lake McLain Lead Vocals, Lead Guitar Jonas Troxell Drums, Vocals
A Kettle Prime
Timothy Rausch Bass Guitar, Vocals
Timothy Rausch, Peter Hamilton, Jonas Troxell, Lake McLain
a kettle prime a band that united friends and musicians and took them further than they ever imagined.
a kettle prime
A Kettle Prime Timothy Rausch, Peter Hamilton, Jonas Troxell, Lake McLain
a kettle prime a band that united friends and musicians and took them further than they ever imagined.
A Kettle Prime Mauiâ€™s Original Psychedelic Rock Based Jam Band The band A Kettle Prime - known fondly by their many fans as AKP - formed in the summer of 2007 each member bringing with them the unique experience of previous bands. In the short period of time between then and now, the band has had a major impact on the local Maui music scene with its truly diverse and original sound. A Kettle Prime transcends the pop mainstream and normal island reggae feel to invigorate their crowd with crafty compositions and lingering note play reminiscent of today's hottest jam bands. Whether psychedelic or trance, soaring melodies or in full momentum it seems obvious that A Kettle Prime is rising. The band cloaks metaphorically driven lyrics that reach into our daily lives with a thunderous assault; delicately balancing between subtle and melodic to furious and chaotic. This produces the sound where the band truly thrives. A sound that is saturated with honesty and dripping with irony. Whether the band is playing a haunting or melodic version of the same song, they have evolved and in turn the audience has evolved with them. "Both musically and lyrically we are always reaching inside for more, leaving everything out so that everyone else can peek in." Discussing anything from subconscious vs. conscious thought to current political or social issues, A Kettle Prime has arrived with a fresh sound that is bold and fearless. Photos courtesy of John Shappell, Kenneth Wild, A Kettle Prime, Phil Cothran, Gina Malizia, Mitch Sanders, Amanda Rausch, Amanda Schmillen, Justin Orr, and some of the best fans a band could ever ask for. Thank you to Gina, Jessica, Miryeha, our families, and our loved ones who where there for us every day with love and support. We know it wasnâ€™t always easy, and we will always be grateful to you!
The first flyers, the two official logos, & first practice location - Jonasâ€™s Garage. After being kicked out of the garage by the neighborhood, AKP practiced at the local VFW, where they werenâ€™t exactly welcomed either...
First AKP public appearances - Lake, Tim and Peter at the Dog & Duck, with Todd on hand drums. The beginning of a great fan base, and the band that brought everyone together!
A Kettle Prime playing Charleyâ€™s in Paia.
Frontman Lake McLain - Lead Guitarist and Lead Vocals - Writing both lyrics and music for the majority of the songs AKP played. The great story teller of A Kettle Prime.
Jonas Troxell on Drums, the backbone, and driving seat for so many of A Kettle Primeâ€™s extended jams. Jonas spoke to the band with drum hits, creating crescendos and decrescendos, or changing directions in songs.
“Tall” Tim Rausch on Bass Guitar and Vocals - cementing together the rhythm sections that allowed AKP to thrive as well as the creative force behind all of AKP’s advertisements and visual stimulus for live shows.
Peter Hamilton, AKA â€œPetrâ€? - On Keyboards, the MOOG, Guitar, and Backing Vocals. The Missing Link - Peter filled in the gaps with the ability to switch instruments, and provide the layering for AKP.
Kalama Park Gazebo - AKPâ€™s public out door practice area, and a great way of gaining new fans.
A Kettle Prime at The Sports Page in Kihei - Just what sports fans want during the game, some loud psychedelic jam band starting off, still learning their songs, still finding their own unique sound...
How Deep Is The Water Today How deep is the water today How deep is the water today How deep is your water today I think it might be risin’ Can’t keep my head above ground Yes I believe I’m sinkin’
Colorblind She Got Clean, It’s Been A Year Or So He Still Drinks, But, No More Blow She Cries At Night When He’s Not At Home And When He’s Around She Feels So Alone She’s Going Colorblind But Just One Color At A Time His Rainbow Of Love, It Don’t Look So Bright
Old woman tell the tale, the one about your life So many lessons to learn; Do I have the time Sitting on the corner Crossroads of her life Magical moments many moments throughout her life Days are short, sun slowly fades Colors once rich, years fly by with age And your dark hairs now replaced by gray But I’ll always hold you above the Rising water How deep is the water today How deep is the water today How deep is your water today I think it might be sinkin’ I can feel the sun upon my face Life is all about living
When All She Sees Is Black And White Back On The Street, You Know He Needs A Fix He Prays His Son Will Live Past Six Little Matthew, I Know You Deserve More Daddy’ll Quit After This Last Score She’s Going Colorblind But Just One Color At A Time His Rainbow Of Love, It Don’t Look So Bright When All She Sees Is Black And White First Day Of A New Life He’s Off To Work With A Kiss From His Wife Gotta Try To Keep This One Just One More Slip Up, And It’s All Done She’s Going Colorblind But Just One Color At A Time His Rainbow Of Love, It Don’t Look So Bright When All She Sees Is Black And White
Rolling At Mission Canyon and Seven Falls The lizard is my friend As I look for my kind he cools his belly skin Sunsets will begin to fade as the reds And yellows turn back from day And I will know I’m there and feeling We’ll be rolling, rolling back home to you We’ll be flying, and I can look down On each one of you And smile at all of you I feel the fire in my feet to dance Its about time for a new sound So show me your belly skin I see the heads bobbing up To the beat that you are riding Like a wave of sound we will ride On our backs our life we keep holding? And we’ll be rolling, rolling back home to you And we’ll be flying and I can see each one of you Let’s keep rolling, rolling along to see you….. * First Verse Written by Phil Cothran
Soul Our eyes are smoked, sullied Blurred by what you’ve seen tonight Devil you quit walking In my blue suede shoes Down the backstairs you climb Finding a way to say your fine Off to the bathroom baby Maybe 30 minutes less time Cause you don’t know where you’re going And you don’t know where you’ve been They can take your life Might take your freedom But they can’t take……..your soul
AKPâ€™s first Lahaina gig at The Lahaina Store Grille & Oyster Bar included missing gear and Shaka Dougâ€™s Party Bus breaking down. John Shappell filled up his VW and got the crew up to Lahiana and back safely!
Mulligan’s On The Blue, in Wailea, always seemed like home turf. Not to mention playing St. Patty’s Day, and New Year’s Eve Night! One night with AKP’s friend Andrew “Bear” Hunter on harmonica.
A Kettle Prime (Top Left Photo With Todd Sheppard on hand drums)
Cypher Dark Clouds are sinking low in the West But the moon creeps up so slow The Rivers they twine with the sky to see the heavens down below I can see it shining in the glaze of your eyes A million bloodshot wanderers seeking solace in the night Better run and hide soon… The hunt is on for your little soul my child The wine is so sweet to taste, yes, my friend it will sour down in your veins As you reach out for one more laughter, a stranger has come to say Run to the hills boy, evil’s on its way I’ll see you on the other side, unless we live through today Cause the hunt is on for your little soul my child The hunt is on for your little soul my child Fabled Gods at the Lake— “Better (So) tuck your children in a little tighter here tonight, Blood drips off the rooftops onto their window sills outside ‘cause the devil he is riding. In the distance, I could hear you screaming, I could hear you, I could hear you and you are where? Heavens where the souls scream… Heavens where the souls scream, To let us all back in, yes He’ll creep up on you like a whisper in the dark.
Burn Road The rattlesnake quivers and blows the horn Clowns sit by and ‘wait’ ask for more Nasty bears the name of the beat Stretch yourself too thin Bass will bump you back again To the place where you came from Ohhhh Burn your own road Go down burn road Sit there and scratch your head Wait too long and you’ll be dead That’s not how we roll We’ve burned it at every end Won’t look back to say that we didn’t burn our road Wild are the people who play tonight Dance and cheer and unite We play to mend our souls We’ve played to empty parking lots Talked to god underneath the stars Would you like to hear It won’t be long until the end By grace, we will shine again We all have to eat our groul We tasted the limelight Daddy wasn’t home tonight The chaos that has ensued stars shot out one night 4 One came home to play tonight Together we found a (our) home We’ll play on until the end When it comes let us ring out again Let us burn down that road Ohhhh burn your own road Go down burn road
Eliza It’s been such a long time Since I’ve been away So many things to tell you But now its too late I’m just a sad story Written by fabled Gods One who is laughing And one who saw a sad start I want you to know I can see you cryin’ Tears fall in the morning This song’s for Eliza Starry eyes lay upon me In this shackled down cell I’ve thought about my mistakes And all the time long gone All the broken whiskey bottles All the burns and scratches on your arms Why did I give up Why did I fall? I want you to know Your face still haunts me Its because of you…no Its because of me Can you feel my footsteps Down the hall with a door at the end Other side is my future One God is laughing again Please forgive me For all my sins (At least I’ll see you one time again) (A little girl in a yellow dress never to play again) Sometimes I’ll see her Shining down through the clouds on a rainy day She looks down smiling This song’s for….
All Right Now I’ll see you on the mountain having a good time Sitting in those chairs all alive with a liquid smile Now Barb is wondering how to score the nightly ride Soaking in the sun we’re having a good time…well alright Cause I want to ride tonight Cause I’m feeling alright I want to do it one more time Won’t you join me tonight We went down the road, we went to Telluride Charlie did it for the first time and he did the whole line Santos was there he was right by my side Charlie and his own demons we laughed until we cried… well alright I want to ride tonight Cause I’m feeling alright I want to do it one more time Will you join me tonight I hope you know where your friends are You’ve had a good time Hope you know where your friends are You’ve had a good night I’ll see you on the mountain alive with a liquid smile My friends are right here and we’re having a good time well alright I want to ride tonight Cause I’m feeling alright I want to do it one more time Will you join me tonight
A Kettle Prime stickers started ending up all over. Cars, signs, snowboards, and even horses... Maui, Big Island, Oahu, Colorado, California, and even Europe.
Bootleggar Bootleggar can I sip on your moonshine? Might take the pain away for a while I’ve been down in the mines today My soul needs to sleep tonight I guess I’m off to gallows Not for the world to see I might be off to see the devil And the hypocrites, in the mirror, you see Bootleggar can I sip on your moonshine Might take the pain away for a while I’ve been down in the mines today Working just to stay alive Gravedigger dug a grave for me? Six feet deep won’t bury me Blood to boil in the dirt After my body becomes the earth Hey Molly did you see the men comin (around) Hey Molly did you see the men comin (around) Oh yes, I think the men are comin Will you pray for me Pray for me tonite Bootleggar can I sip on your moonshine Might take the pain away for awhile I’ve been down in the mines today It might just let me sleep tonight
Dance On the Floor Dance on the floor my darling Dance on the rose Petals lay before us As the gates before us grow Dance on the floor my darling Dance on the rose Fly on the angels wings I’ll see you there soon Fires burn bright citizen Embers will always glow The shadows dance on walls Much like you there on the floor So dance across the floor my darling Dance across the room Enter the gates to new found freedom I want to go Dance love on me my darling Dance love on me some more Anoint your bodies with the oils of pleasure Will you Love on me some more Dance across the floor my darling Dance across my room Fly on the angels wings I will see you so soon Leave your clothes at the door my darling Leave your clothes right there on the floor One thing is for sure this evening You will not be needing those anymore Dance across the floor my darling Dance across my room Fly on the angels wings and I’ll see you so soon
A Kettle Prime’s official live CD from Mulligan’s, entitled “Walk On Down, Feel The Poison.”
Walk on Down, Feel the Poison Walk on Down, Walk on Down, Feel the Poison Hail Hail to the chief I can’t help but listen My Brain is soft with the seeds That you’ve been growing I think in my mind A little bit of the strange kind It’s hard to hear myself thinking My thoughts are dreams Dreams are Visions TV the master voice underneath the radio listening Come on down, Feel the Poison Do you see bones wrapped in skinNo one to let them in Can you see the stars shining, Don’t you wish you were one of them? I can hear the phone ringing, But I don’t know whose listening And a snake has bitten us with a painful poison
I Am Sorry I am sorry I must be going Down that road It leads somewhere Forgive me If I have wronged you I’m just a man Just like you Do we see that Or are we blinded Always to walk A path alone I am sorry If I ever upset you Never my intention It was all my fault It’s just the passion That fuels the fire And it burns In everyone’s soul Just forgive me As I forgive you And let’s all walk Down the road I am sorry If I hurt you I know I’ve hurt More than just myself But that is ok now It’s all behind you Only sunshine Shines for you I am sorry I must be going Down the road It leads somewhere Just forgive me As I forgive you And let’s all walk Down the road
A Kettle Primeâ€™s 5 song EP recorded with Peter Lago at Maui Wave Studios.
Promoter, and friend, Tammy Miranda becomes a fan of A Kettle Prime and helps them get into the worlds largest music showcasing festival - South By South West, and Red Gorilla Music Fest in Austn Texas.
“What I admire most about AKP is their willingness to explore songwriting. They don’t write within any kind of constraint imposed by any genre, and it’s refreshing. They follow their ideas where they naturally feel like they want to go, o matter which band member is writing. Very Cool.” - Erin Smith of The Throwdowns
Lost Blank Stares ,empty faces I’ve seen those before Twisted greetings and shallow hellos Deck the halls that are screaming Away we wander Into the stillness of the night Sharing a burden we all must bear But, there is a light in your dreams tonight Round we all go but we never slow down Round we go but we won’t get lost again Won’t get lost again! I spit on my hands To wash the mud away from my eyes Get back on my feet again To see who kicked me down this time you may run to the hills you can run far away run to the edge of the earth dear kin but you cannot escape me Round we all go but we never slow down Round we go but we won’t get lost again Won’t get lost again!
Hypothetical Sunshine Roads are frozen glass Widely eyed funk kid Watch the fire climb in your head I gotta move I need to move Makes you burn inside Can you quench my fire Each one of us An undying thirst inside I need to move I need to move Beautiful ways Creation made All the people dance in space I can hear The echoes of a thousand years Beaming in my night You sprinkle into my dawn a little bit of your hysteria Can you feel it Underneath your feet Circus thunder and the people meet That is why we move I need to move Inconspicuous voyeurs Parade your skin The world is watching Your lovers and your friends No private theatre No splendid dance Whores are we the people Looking for the cheap romance We need to move, I need to move
Boomshuga Women fill the alley way Air so humid their clothes stick tight They came to hear the music play That’s the most delicious site I’ve seen tonight Tingles form in your spine Bodies sway together drunk from the smell of sunshine And the beat starts in your hips The night rings in sounds of delight Boomshuga, Boomshuga Burn the fires bright The animals are reaching in They’re pulling us out tonight Hello my demon mind I almost forgot your name Ringing out so true Our bodies ache to work that way And the dancers and their thighs my thoughts turn to her sunshine And the beat starts in your hips Arms raise to the sky Chorus Women fill the alley way Air so humid their clothes stick tight They came to hear the music play That’s the most delicious site I’ve seen tonight Tingles form in your spine Bodies sway together drunk from the smell of sunshine And the beat starts in your hips The night rings in sounds of delight Chorus Boomshuga , Boomshuga Burn the fires bright The animals are reaching in Neither black nor white
Broken Window Fell out of bed, Early this morning Something hit me when I hit the ground Heard a voice inside of my head It said Hey, Boy! Don’t turn around Staring out life’s broken old window Getting lost in this fog and rain I know there’s got to be something .Something that’ll numb this pain Called my Dad on the twelfth of March .And I, Told him how I missed his smile He asked me when I’d meet a nice girl Settle down, maybe, for a while That night, I took Gina for dinner The waiters knew me, they knew my songs Used to watch me down on 9th street Hey Man! It’s been much too long Drove home, picked up my guitar Felt like I haven’t played in years Stayed up all night, singing songs about girls Some brought laughter, others brought tears Thought about love, and the flowers surrounding Seems to me, love blooms, then dies Note enough water, Maybe it was too much Sun is shining in this cloudy sky
A Kettle Prime, with Phil Cothran, head to Austin, Texas. Live music capital of the USA, and home of the world renowned South By South West Festival, March 2009.
Surprise visit with friend and former band mate Chad Hysell & Rachel Kagan in the SFO airport for breakfast consisting of bagels & cream cheese, and vodka & OJ! Also meeting up with Vince, Wolf & Sarah from Maui.
A Kettle Prime at the Thirsty Nickel, and The Chugginâ€™ Monkey - first 2 gigs in Austin. AKP along with Phil Cothran stayed in the college co-op at 2000 Pearl Street. Home for the next 10 days.
Enjoying the Austin heat down at Barton Springs.
A Kettle Prime makes an appearance on Fox’s Good Morning Austin, performing “Railroad” as the morning band.
Gina comes out from Maui to support AKP! Alyson and Josh also come out as fans. Timâ€™s Dad, Step-Mom, and Half Sister also made it to Austin.
ATX Sports Bar. Playing in the gravel parking lot to our two biggest fans! Also the birthplace of â€œThe Funkâ€? with Jonas on lead vocals and guitar, and Peter on drums.
Life on the road - Getting rest where ever possible... (bottom right photo)
â€œProbably the best band to represent my company for the SXSW Red Gorilla Festival in Austin, Texas 2009.â€? - Tammy Miranda of Tammy Miranda Music Productions
Meeting up for breakfast to see Anuhea, with Vince Esquire and Wolf, perform at an Austin Coffee Shop. Ben Baker from the former Maui Band, Illifino, now living in Austin, met up with AKP as well.
A Kettle Prime was warmly welcomed back to Maui after ten days in Austin. Including playing a Save The Arts Benefit put on by AMBC - A MakeBelieve Company. Bands included AKP, The Throwdowns, and Willie K.
Railroad Railroad I hear your running Running back down my tracks Hoping to seek my deliverance underneath the maple saps Ghosts line the railroad ties As the coal burns, the beast comes alive Oh momma I hold my hands to heaven “Deliver me Oh Lord! I cried.”
Chambermaids gossip in the corridor light Wood creaks and rattles The wheels put forth all their might Lives intermingle for the love battles The cemetery whispers as we roll by Railroad bring me home tonight Talk to thy neighbor, but my neighbor never hears me Railroad bring me home tonight Oh momma I hold my hands to heaven “Deliver me Oh Lord! I cried.” Railroad bring me home tonight Talk to thy neighbor, neighbor never seems to hear me Railroad bring me home tonight
Fury The wind is howling, It’s about midnight .I think its time to go I can see the bombs exploding right outside my window I am falling, My arms flailing I drop to my knees As you laugh in my face while I beg for mercy But, the only thing you will hear is silence Time is out the world is burning Shine on; Get back up: We are rising Oh I will live so free The white horse jumped across the breadth of my glance My hairs stand at attention waiting to relax again I am breathing, I hope you can see the fury inside me I want to live in a world where I can be free Oh yes we are running Oh yes we are running Shhhhh! Dogs are barking, Chickens gather The wolves are ready for their share You’ve done this all your life You’ll get what you deserve In the end, You can scream, You can dance Better do it before it ends The other side has come calling Calling out to you now friend All you want now is Mercy Time is out the people are learning Shine on; get back up, we are rising Oh we will live so free Oh yes we are running Oh yes we are rising.
A Kettle Prime at Stella Blueâ€™s in Kihei, recently after returning from Texas.
Charleyâ€™s In Paia.
Left Page - Up at Maui Brewing Company, rocking for The Save Honolua Coalition. Various articles written about A Kettle Prime. Above - playing the Fundraiser for the “Adam Bowen Got Deported” Show at Life’s A Beach.
War When I was born, my country was at war. Grew up, went to school, just to learn some more. One day a man came knocking on my door. Put down your books son, the army needs you more. There is, There is, War! And I'm just not sure what we're fighting for! There is, There is, War! And I'm still not sure what we're fighting for! Mother looked at him, a tear ran from her eye. Why must you take away these boys with you to die? Ma'am, your son will be a hero one day, Or he'll come home in a box, the trumpets they will play. There is, There is, War! And I'm just not sure what we're fighting for! There is, There is, War! And I'm still not sure what we're fighting for! Is it greed, or is it hate? That's got us stumbling around in this fate. It's time to end this war, lay down your guns. Let's try to live, live as one. There is, There is, War! And I'm just not sure what we're fighting for! There is, There is, War! And I'm still not sure what we're fighting for!
Snapshot of the 21st Century Gold & Silver, traders of the pink pearl Don’t mind the crying, tears dry due to sulfur air Her hills on fire all do to you and me It is a snapshot of the twenty-first Century Oh hear it coming, don’t try to quiet me Silence it can be so deadly It is the snapshot of the twenty-first century The shot on her thigh hasn’t even hardened yet While we devour each other and all the land we can Stroke it lick it, bring it front to back again Snapshot likeness, look in the mirror my friends Chorus Oh how quiet the night air is As it pulls at the sides of the lips, I form a sly grin Murder, madness, chaos, & greed Generals of this troubled century Oh hear it coming Beatings and Savagery Too many people are still going hungry It’s the snapshot of the twenty-first Century A river of red flows so freely Its not your God and don’t try to blame me Gold and Silver, traders of the pink pearl Snapshots for the whole world to see Oh hear it coming, don’t try to quiet me Silence it can be so deadly It is the snapshot of the twenty-first Century It is the snapshot of the twenty-first Century
A Kettle Primeâ€™s Dinner at Sansei with Phil, Jessica, Gina, Miryeha and Tammy.
Come One, Come All Exit the left hemisphere docks the person and the well A cage quiet for two Sleek stilettos dance across the floor Blessed are the onlookers that gaze at you Down. I want to see you here Looking longingly up to me Skin draped in her hair Your river runneth from your well Lean in and take a dip Delicious is the fruit that drips from your lips Glorious the juice from her hips Come on, here we come Breathe heavy here you moan Eyes like diamonds staring back at me Come Come Come Come
one, one, one, one,
Come Come Come Come
all all all all
Lady In The Woods Lady of the woods I hear you crying And I know that you wish we were dying And I know it’s that funky bass that makes you sad But tell my why are you getting so angry At a band that’s really not that bad Hey Lady, Hey Lady, Lady in the woods now Is that you outside the gate Hey Lady, Hey Lady, Lady in the woods Don’t fill yourself with bass hate Ooooooh Stephanie Lady of the woods, do you take medication If not, may I recommend a marijuana smoke session Lady in the woods, do you have high blood pressure Because I see that vain bulging And ya never know what that’s gonna get you
Lady of the woods you’ve achieved recognition Because when we hear that horn a honking We know it’s you, that must be tripping And tell me, I heard you’re a part time tweaker And I wanna know, is it true, do you hit that crack pipe
Fixin’ To Die Holy man with your arms outstretched to God Telling secrets with your poisoned tongue Little children in the front row right there Don’t pay no mind, they don’t really care And all the buildings have blown to ash And all the spirits stirring in the wind, well We’re all riding the salvation express Don’t step on a Dead Man’s Grave where the lies are spoken Don’t stand on a Dead Man’s Grave when he is walking We’re all Fixin’ to Die, just liars standing still We’re all Fixin’ to Die, just liars standing still Cup over flowing, white collar crimes Old man tell us of war and but the young men always die People starving, but greed grabs the coins Are you Fixin’ to die living out the same old lies We’re all Fixin’ to Die, just liars standing still We’re all Fixin’ to Die, just liars standing still