If you glance over the music trade papers (or internets) as I do on occasion, you might have noticed on the periphery that Paul McCartney is planning a re-release of his incredibly great solo album Ram. Now Ram is quite simply one of my favorite albums of all time. It’s easily my favorite solo McCartney album by a mile, and rotates in and out of the #1 spot for my own personal best solo Beatle album list. At the time of its release, Ram was unjustly criticized by rock critics for a bunch of complicated reasons. One of them was that many of the tunes are credited to both Paul and Linda McCartney, a fact many cynical rock people had trouble swallowing. John Lennon himself took offense to the album as two songs on there, “Too Many People,” and “Dear Boy,” had biting little obscure inside jokes, or digs at John and Yoko. I’ll cover those songs and their natures later this week though. Anyway, the point is, everybody was caught up in the bullshit of Ram, and not the music. Now, objectively, the music on Ram is basically as good as anything you’d find on the “White Album.” If you loved what McCartney was doing in 1968, you’ll love what he was doing in 1971. It’s the only way I can describe it, Ram is Paul McCartney’s “White Album” songwriting stylizations part II. Its Paul at his psychedelic best. Just take a listen to “Monkberry Moon Delight,” in many ways Paul’s response to “I am the Walrus.” It’s a frenzied piano stomping masterpiece of jibberish. You can almost see Paul frothing at the mouth, mashing the keys the so hard that it detunes the piano. It’s a cult classic, and if you never heard it, you’re in for quite the treat, so check out the song below, and watch the fantastic assortment of Paul and Linda home movies that go along with it. Ram on….