A phrase that embodies the mindset of the serious members of college marching bands and drum corps. Music played on the field by a band or corps should be loud and fast and high (especially in the trumpets), and it just can't get loud enough or fast enough or high enough. You have to keep pushing, keep striving, keep searching for just a little more sound to put on top of the deafening roar already being produced, you have to reach down into your feet and pull everything out, including your soul, and heave it at the press box while your fingers bleed and your lips go numb, until they start throwing babies from the balcony. Then you know you've played.