TRIUMPH: THE MAGIC POWER OF THE MUSIC
The Band That Taught a Lonely Girl to Keep Dreaming
When I was Little Angel, I was a lonely little girl.
Yeah, I know. I've sung this song before in these articles.
But it's true.
And back then, when the world around me sometimes felt too small, I had three things that could make it bigger.
I had my stories.
I had my dreams.
And I had the music that danced around our lives.
There are songs that come and go. There are songs that become Reflexes, where the first few notes hit and your body remembers before your brain does. There are one-hit wonders that explode into your life, burn brightly, and become forever attached to one particular moment.
And then there are songs somewhere in between.
Songs that find you.
For me, one of those songs came from three guys from the Great White North.
The band was Triumph.
The song was “Magic Power.”
And that damn song knew me.
THE GIRL WITH THE RADIO
I don't think we always realize what we mean when we say an artist spoke to us.
We say it all the time.
That band spoke to me.
That song knew exactly what I was feeling.
It was like they were singing directly to me.
Usually, we mean it figuratively.
Then there was “Magic Power.”
The song begins with that strange feeling of searching for something you can't quite identify. Then the music comes along and suddenly says the things you couldn't say for yourself.
That alone would have gotten me.
But then Triumph gave us a girl.
A girl who has had a rotten day.
She climbs into bed.
She pulls the covers over her head.
She turns on her little radio and hopes the DJ plays her favorite song because the music makes her feel better and brings her closer to her dreams.
Excuse me?
That's me.
That was Little Angel.
Maybe not every detail. But emotionally?
Oh, that kid was mine.
There wasn't an algorithm waiting to build the perfect playlist for whatever mood I happened to be in. There wasn't Spotify. There wasn't YouTube. There wasn't an entire history of recorded music sitting inside a little rectangle in my hand.
You turned on the radio.
And you hoped.
Please play my song.
Then sometimes the universe smiled on you.
The opening notes came through that little speaker and for the next few minutes, whatever had happened that day didn't disappear.
But it got better.
That's an important distinction.
Music didn't magically fix Little Angel's world.
It made her world bigger.
And “Magic Power” told her something she desperately wanted to believe:
Dream.
There is power here.
There is something inside this music that belongs to you.
THREE GUYS. THAT'S IT.
Image: Triumph. Source: Billboard.com
Triumph formed in Toronto in 1975 as a power trio: Rik Emmett on guitar and vocals, Mike Levine on bass and keyboards, and Gil Moore on drums and vocals. That's it. Three guys. Their late-'70s breakthrough included “Hold On” and “Lay It on the Line,” and 1981's Allied Forces brought “Magic Power” and “Fight the Good Fight” as the band moved into the arena-rock mainstream.
Image: Triumph album cover, Allied Forces. Source: Wikipedia.
But go listen to them.
Seriously.
Put on “Lay It on the Line.”
Then tell me that sounds like three guys.
Triumph sounded huge.
And they weren't huge simply because somebody turned the amplifiers up.
There was craft underneath it.
That's one of the things I understand better now than I did then.
Little Angel didn't know anything about musicianship. She didn't know the vocabulary. She wasn't analyzing arrangements or guitar technique.
She knew one thing:
It sounded good.
Really good.
And the songs made her feel something.
“Lay It on the Line” had muscle.
“Fight the Good Fight” had resolve.
“Hold On” told you exactly what its title promised.
And “Magic Power”?
That one was fire.
Triumph had somehow found a way to make arena rock feel enormous without making the person listening to it feel small.
Years later, I would understand why.
DON'T FORGET THE CHEAP SEATS
Image: Triumph. Source: 94.7WCSX.com
I was a bit of a theater kid before I became a film kid.
One of the things you learn in theater is not to perform only for the people sitting close enough to see your face.
You remember the people in the back. Up in the rafters.
Sometimes those were the people who spent everything they could afford just to get into the building. They didn't have the affluent seats down front.
They were up there.
So you performed to them too.
You lifted your eyes.
You sent the smile all the way up.
You danced for them.
You sang for them.
You made sure the person in the last row knew:
You are part of this.
Decades after I first heard Triumph, I discovered that Rik Emmett described something remarkably similar about the band's philosophy. He said Triumph was conceived for the people in the back seats who might be having a hard time in life. The band wanted to give those people inspirational messages while also giving them a hell of a show.
Image: Rik Emmett. Source: TheMetalArchives.com
When I read that, something clicked.
Because I knew that philosophy.
Don't forget the cheap seats.
And maybe that's why “Magic Power” reached me so completely.
The song itself does it.
It doesn't go looking for the coolest person in the room.
It finds the girl under the covers with her little radio.
The kid in the emotional cheap seats.
Hey. You too.
The music is for you too.
AND THEN I SAW HIM
Back then, being a fan was different.
I didn't know everything about the musicians I listened to.
How could I?
There was no internet rabbit hole waiting for me.
I bought the vinyl.
I listened.
I hung the posters on my wall.
I dreamed.
Then came Day on the Green.
Triumph was suddenly no longer a sound coming through speakers or people frozen on an album cover.
They were standing in front of me.
This was only my second concert.
My first had been Queen.
Yes.
I know.
My earliest concerts spoiled me absolutely rotten.
I had already watched Brian May play guitar, and Brian was a magician. There was something almost cerebral about watching him. He seemed to have an entire private conversation happening between himself, the Red Special and whatever piece of the universe he had decided to manipulate that evening.
Then I saw Rik Emmett.
And this was different.
This was my first experience of the full-blown live Guitar God phenomenon.
I watched this man play and thought:
Oh.
I didn't need a magazine to tell me he was good.
I didn't need somebody to rank him.
I didn't know enough about guitar yet to explain technically what I was witnessing.
I saw him.
That was enough.
And the guitars kept coming.
Another guitar.
Another guitar.
Wait.
What's THAT?
THERE ARE TWO GUITARS ON THAT GUITAR.
Image: Rik Emmett. Source: GuitarWorld.com
Apparently Little Angel had encountered the double-neck.
Emmett really did use multiple double-neck instruments during the Triumph years, including Gibson and Ibanez models; he later recalled that the Ibanez was extraordinarily heavy but something he played every night.
Little Angel knew none of this.
Little Angel's technical analysis was considerably more sophisticated:
WHOA.
THE CRAFT WAS THE ARGUMENT
I have seen a lot of musicians since then.
And all these years later, Rik Emmett remains one of the most talented musicians I have ever watched play.
That's my judgment as a music fan, not a ranking I'm asking anyone else to adopt.
I also think he's one of the musicians who doesn't get remembered nearly enough when we talk about the great guitar players of that era.
Maybe part of that comes from the way I experienced Triumph.
They didn't occur to me primarily as people chasing the mythology of being Rock Stars.
They were certainly capable of spectacle. Triumph's shows became known for massive lighting, lasers and pyrotechnics; the band's own history describes virtuoso musicianship and large-scale live production as central to its identity.
Image: Triumph. Source: MassLive.com
But underneath all that fire and light?
They could play.
And Emmett was a musician.
Not merely a guitarist.
Not merely a frontman.
A musician.
Rock, blues, acoustic playing, fingerstyle, twelve-string, electric, different guitars, different textures. His later solo work would move through rock, pop, jazz, classical and folk, and he has described the guitar itself as a compositional tool rather than merely something to play.
I didn't know any of that when I stood there watching him.
But I could hear it.
Maybe that's one of the great gifts of musicianship.
You don't have to understand the mechanics to recognize the result.
Before I understood musicianship, I could already hear it.
THEY SPOILED ME
Those first bands spoiled me.
Badly.
Queen.
Triumph.
Scorpians.
I walked into rock concerts very early in my life and apparently assumed:
Oh. This is what everybody does.
No, Little Angel.
You just got ridiculously lucky.
Because something happened during those early shows that would shape me as a music fan.
I learned that a performer didn't get my attention simply because they walked onto a stage.
They earned it.
Rik Emmett didn't demand that I listen.
He played.
He sang.
He worked the stage.
He picked up another guitar.
Then apparently another one.
Then, just to destroy what remained of my young brain, one with two necks.
He earned my attention.
And when the show was over?
Triumph packed up and went on to the next one.
There's something beautifully workmanlike about that.
Another city.
Another audience.
Another kid who has never seen you before.
Do it again.
Earn it again.
That is craft.
THE MUSIC LASTED
Eventually the posters came down.
The little radio disappeared.
The girl grew up.
But the music stayed.
Angel today still listens to Triumph.
And when I hear those songs, they take me back to that bedroom.
I remember lying there fantasizing about stages and guitars and music. I remember the records. I remember the dreams.
Today I can do something Little Angel couldn't have imagined. I can go online and find these musicians. I can watch them tell stories. I can listen to them talk about the songs. I can watch Rik pick up a guitar and play.
And when he does, I'm listening with two sets of ears.
Adult Angel understands more about the craft.
Little Angel is still sitting there thinking:
That's him.
I don't listen because I'm trying to become young again.
I listen because I remember the girl who was young.
There's a difference.
The charts moved on.
Radio changed.
Rock changed.
I changed.
The music lasted.
Triumph never demanded that I remember them.
They gave me a reason to.
AND HERE'S THE FUNNY PART
After all this looking backward, Rock ’n’ Roll Angel gets one hell of a twist.
Triumph is on the road in 2026.
The current Rock & Roll Machine Reloaded tour brings Rik Emmett and Gil Moore back to the stage with Phil X, Todd Kerns and Brent Fitz, and the official schedule has them coming to Oakland Arena on December 8, 2026, with April Wine. So yes, this is a return and a 50th-anniversary celebration, but it is also a working rock show happening now.
They're rehearsing.
They're playing.
They're loading into another arena.
They're heading to another town.
Because after all the mythology, that's still what musicians do.
They play.
And somewhere in Oakland this December may be a today's Angel will be listening to the same band that once reached a lonely little girl through a radio.
Only now I understand something Little Angel couldn't possibly have known.
All those years ago, “Magic Power” told her that music could bring her closer to her dreams.
She believed it.
She kept dreaming.
She kept listening.
She grew up and built a life filled with stories, stages, microphones, performers and imagination.
And more than forty years later, the music can still take her back to that room.
The girl.
The radio.
The dreams.
Did music have the magic power?
Yeah.
It did.
And apparently...
it still does.
Sources
Triumph's official band history and discography document the band's formation, original trio, albums, songs and arena-show history.
Guitar World interviews with Rik Emmett cover Triumph's philosophy toward its audiences, his musicianship, songwriting and the band's live approach.
Vintage Guitar's interview with Emmett discusses his Triumph-era guitars, including the double-necks.
Triumph's official 2026 schedule confirms the December 8 Oakland Arena date with April Wine; Guitar World covers the expanded touring lineup and Emmett's return to the stage.
Thanks for taking this trip back with me.
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