I dunno; Otis is six years younger, and Lucky has looked like hell for a couple of decades now. 
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So, can I be back in your good graces? You’re back in mine/
Does that mean the Rutles never existed?
Wings
I worked in a lab one summer where the guy who owned the radio tuned it to an AM station that played “Live and Let Die” every five minutes. Ugh.
You always said Live and Let Live
You know you did you know you did (in falsettto)
This being addressed supposedly to James Fucking Bond. Yech.
Band on the Run isn’t bad in limited doses though. But nothing as good as the Wilburys.
Five geniuses playing around the kitchen table. That’s the opposite of fake.
I apologize I was out of line and out of character, sometimes we need voices to remind us. My father loved the saying about being kind you never know the battle that person is facing. 
Plastic Ono Band? Ringo Starr And His All Starr Band? Chopped liver?
We’re good 
. I love the ‘be kind’ quote. I was curious about it-I was surprised when it was attributed to Plato. At least we won’t have to listen to it being called a ‘liberal dog whistle’.
Thank you for being kind. I could have been more so in my initial reaction. Now go out there and find me some more Wilburys quality stuff 
Well, there’s only the two albums (plus a few extra tracks that were only released in collector’s editions). But, bearing in mind that the Wilburys spun out of George Harrison and Jeff Lynne deciding to record a song that could be used as a B-side for one of Harrison’s singles from his album Cloud Nine (which Lynne produced), one can look at that album, and four other albums from that same time period that Lynne either recorded, or produced for others members of the Wilburys, as a sort of “Wilburys Extended Catalog” (all of the albums contained cameos from other Wilburys, as well):
- Cloud Nine, George Harrison, 1987
- Mystery Girl, Roy Orbison, 1988
- Full Moon Fever, Tom Petty, 1989
- Armchair Theatre, Jeff Lynne, 1990
- Into the Great Wide Open, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, 1991
You make joke, yes?
Wrong. The Wilburys give us Dylan at his most approachable.
Shoot, in the Wilburys videos he is actually smiling at people.
As long as he doesn’t approach a microphone, it’s all good.
I would sooner stab myself in the eardrums with a rusty screwdriver than willingly listen to either Roy Orbison or Bob Dylan, so Wings it is.
There is much truth to this. I think Wings succeeded in spite of this to a certain extent.
I’m always mindful of the fact that McCartney (and, promotionally, Wings) had a huge hit with “Wonderful Christmastime” which was written by Paul locking himself into a new studio with a new synth and a metric shit-ton of weed for a couple of days. It totally sounds like it, and yet it strangely works. Even though this was technically a solo work for McCartney, this is Wings in a nutshell - songs that “strangely work”.
A lot of people badmouth Paul for including Linda in on the fun, but I think he knew exactly what she contributed to the group-He included her because he loved her and wanted her right in the middle of that crazy life right alongside him.
Wings. A much larger and broader body of work. Their lows were far lower. But the highs are plentiful, and enough of them to tip the scales for me.
I’m surprised that Wings is being trounced in the voting. I like the Wilburys, too. But a number of their songs are borderline ruined by Jeff Lynne’s overbearing production.
Roy Orbison? Roy Orbison? I can get why you don’t enjoy Bob Dylan, but Roy Orbison? That’s just wrong!
It was a tough call for me, and on a different day I might easily give a different answer. But I find the Wilburys consistently enjoyable.
Dylan is a poet par excellence. Read his lyrics rather than listen. There is a reason he received the Nobel Prize for literature. Poet laureate for a whole generation (Boomer, need I say?—move over or get out of our way. Not dead yet).
I have grown to like his voice but it is an acquired taste. I figured if he is good enough for Joan Baez, he’s good enough for me.