Hi! And welcome to the latest addition to my Desert Island Picks.
In case you missed my little advertisement, I’ve decided to award ten–yes, only ten—top albums of my life.
And when I say ‘album’, I mean the entire album, friends. The whole record. Not some compilation or mix tape. I put in the CD, crank up the volume on quality speakers, and let the artist’s creation come to life.
You know. How it was intended.
All right. Now that we’ve cleared that up, let us continue!
. . .
Dude.
You may have noticed that it’s been a while since my last Top Ten Albums post.
And it maaaay be because I’m hyperventilating with self-induced pressure.
We’re in the top three, yo. And I don’t want to fuck it up!
These last three albums mean more to me than I could ever say.
Consider them. . . the holy trinity in artistic creation.
They’re friggin’ perfect.
And it’s my sincere hope that you find time to enjoy them, friend.
On we go.
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#3: Ram by Paul and Linda McCartney (1971)

I fell in love with Paul McCartney when I was 14.
Oddly enough, this was in the year 2001, and not 1964.
It truly was a love at first sight. But, more on that for Pick #2. (Hint hint!)
Paul McCartney, man.
He is the epitome of an artist: the real goddamn deal.
If I were ever to tattoo my body, it would undoubtedly be a portrait of this beautiful, soulful, optimistic, and incredibly talented human being. (Certainly a shot of him with his beard, circa 1969 or so.)
Yeah. I’m obsessed.
But ANYWAY.
Ram: It’s a folksy. It’s earthy. It’s whimsical and layered, in pure Paul fashion.
It makes me want to walk barefoot through a garden, singing and laughing as I pluck tomatoes straight from the vine.
It’s everything Paul does well, rolled up into a delicious, satisfying meal.
And so, my Dear Reader (Listener!) I will let the album speak for itself.
Please: Do yourself the favor of Ramming on.
(she smiles because she has so much more to say about this album, yet is at a complete loss for words)
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Oh yeah. I won’t be listing my favorite tracks for these top three albums. It’s just. . . impossible.
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