I only own a few of Paul's albums on CD, 'McCartney', 'McCartney II' (the oft-scorned '80s synth album; it ain't that bad now, folks) an' then this one, an' man I honestly feel for him when it comes to the kind of attention his solo output gets, especially these early albums. He'd spent the preceding years having every young person in the world clinging to every sweeping, eloquent word he sang amidst the political and social turmoil of the late '60s, so its no wonder he retreated to the safe confines of his home and found his real joy being with his wife knocking out little ditties that either meant nothing or meant too much for the public to get. I don't recall if my mom and dad ever played this specific record when I was a kid, but it sure sounds like the stuff they were playing, and when I look at ol' snapshots of them as young, hungry hippies I hear songs like 'Too Many People', 'Dear Boy', 'Eat at Home', 'Uncle Albert', an' all'a the others, in my head. I dug 'McCartney', but 'Ram' retained that one's intimacy an' accessibility while remaining jus' quirky an' out-of-step enough for my senses.