Triumph - "Fight The Good Fight"
1981
First heard this one in my car in a Hardee's parking lot in Crookston in the mid-eighies. I was immediately blown away by the anthemic power and glory of it, especially the crunching chorus. It still amazes me, but this past week when I would listen to it all I would think of was: Why was I in Crookston? Must have one of those trips between Grand Forks and my parents' cabin a couple of hours southeast where I avoided the interstates and took the back highways. Why a stop in Crookston (only thirty minutes from Grand Forks) and why Hardee's? I can't say. I did a lot of mysterious, baffling things in my youth but eating lunch in my car with Q98 blasting on the radio was one of them that worked out for the good.