Question: "Let 'er rip": your personal experience

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Hello Good Buddies!

Many of you have gigging experience. Have you ever played a show for an audience wherein you or a bandmate was instructed to,"let 'er rip"?
Was it you who said it, or perhaps it was said to you?

What was the result?

How did you feel?

Do you have any expectation of using or hearing that phrase in your next live performance?
 
I’ve got one for you…. In college I was playing in a cover band that did plenty of Eagles, Skynerd, etc. Most of the guys in the band listened to country or southern rock while I was more of a metalhead.

Barely got home and got some sleep after a Saturday night gig and those fuckers were in my driveway a few hours later banging at the door. “Hey! We’ve got a mid-day jam!” I grab my Mockingbird, jump in the van and go.

Climb out into the parking lot and I can already hear the twangin’, hootin’ and hollerin’…. “Did you assholes bring me to a bluegrass jam?” :mad:

Tired, cranky, and prob a bit buzzed… when it was our turn the guys smirked and said “Let ‘er rip.” I glared…. Ran my fingers under all the knobs on the 50 watt Marshall… and was possessed by the spirit of Dave Mustaine with a litte “fuck you” from Anthrax thrown in for good measure. Every tune was played faster, louder, and with more unnecessary pinch harmonics and exaggerated vibrato than any song deserved to be played.

It was fun… but I only played a couple more shows with them before I finally was done with that square dance bullshit. :baimun:
 
I have heard and used the phrase in a number of different occasions since 80/81. Mostly having to do with sending someone off in an event having motorized vehicles that and coaching little league baseball to the pitcher or a batter. Giving something you best most aggressive effort was the implied meaning.
 
I’ve got one for you…. In college I was playing in a cover band that did plenty of Eagles, Skynerd, etc. Most of the guys in the band listened to country or southern rock while I was more of a metalhead.

Barely got home and got some sleep after a Saturday night gig and those fuckers were in my driveway a few hours later banging at the door. “Hey! We’ve got a mid-day jam!” I grab my Mockingbird, jump in the van and go.

Climb out into the parking lot and I can already hear the twangin’, hootin’ and hollerin’…. “Did you assholes bring me to a bluegrass jam?” :mad:

Tired, cranky, and prob a bit buzzed… when it was our turn the guys smirked and said “Let ‘er rip.” I glared…. Ran my fingers under all the knobs on the 50 watt Marshall… and was possessed by the spirit of Dave Mustaine with a litte “fuck you” from Anthrax thrown in for good measure. Every tune was played faster, louder, and with more unnecessary pinch harmonics and exaggerated vibrato than any song deserved to be played.

It was fun… but I only played a couple more shows with them before I finally was done with that square dance bullshit. :baimun:
And most likely they were done with your sorry ass as well.
 
And most likely they were done with your sorry ass as well.

Admittedly, I’ve grown up over the decades and many of my closest musician friends are in the country music field.

Trust me… there is a HUGE difference between talented, professional country musicians and some rural dudes from Indiana trying to cosplay as Charlie Daniels. This venue was definitely not producing the finest in entertainment . :helper:
 
I have heard and used the phrase in a number of different occasions since 80/81. Mostly having to do with sending someone off in an event having motorized vehicles that and coaching little league baseball to the pitcher or a batter. Giving something you best most aggressive effort was the implied meaning.
It's definitely a common term in little league in my experience.
 
I let it rip right in the bass player’s face. I had been holding that one in for almost an hour because there was a hottie up front the singer was trying to score with. Fortunately he was a terrible player and was just doing walking lines so he didn’t miss a beat. I, however, did not realize what else I was holding in and I had to throw my boxers away before it was safe to sit down.
 
I let it rip right in the bass player’s face. I had been holding that one in for almost an hour because there was a hottie up front the singer was trying to score with. Fortunately he was a terrible player and was just doing walking lines so he didn’t miss a beat. I, however, did not realize what else I was holding in and I had to throw my boxers away before it was safe to sit down.

This is the sort of quality content I come here for.
 
I am going to request that our singer announces every lead break or solo I play with 'let 'er rip!'.
 
When I was in high school they had a guitar contest. I was already confident that I could out shred and out finger tap every kid in my school. But even though I knew I was the best before I played I went in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and yelled "let 'er rip you fu€king cocksu€ker!" I then went on to lose the contest to a kid who played some Nirvana songs. As I was walking through the parking lot on the way home, he was banging my mom in the backseat of her Camaro. I never let it rip again.
 
When I was in high school they had a guitar contest. I was already confident that I could out shred and out finger tap every kid in my school. But even though I knew I was the best before I played I went in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and yelled "let 'er rip you fu€king cocksu€ker!" I then went on to lose the contest to a kid who played some Nirvana songs. As I was walking through the parking lot on the way home, he was banging my mom in the backseat of her Camaro. I never let it rip again.

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WP - :cool:
 
I let it rip right in the bass player’s face. I had been holding that one in for almost an hour because there was a hottie up front the singer was trying to score with. Fortunately he was a terrible player and was just doing walking lines so he didn’t miss a beat. I, however, did not realize what else I was holding in and I had to throw my boxers away before it was safe to sit down.
Based on the thread title, I was waiting for a stage-shart story.
 
When I was in high school they had a guitar contest. I was already confident that I could out shred and out finger tap every kid in my school. But even though I knew I was the best before I played I went in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and yelled "let 'er rip you fu€king cocksu€ker!" I then went on to lose the contest to a kid who played some Nirvana songs. As I was walking through the parking lot on the way home, he was banging my mom in the backseat of her Camaro. I never let it rip again.
Was your mom's Camaro an SS?
 
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