ahhh… evan dando. having seen him play twice before in the last several years or so — once a poppy lemonheads type show, then a solo amplified accoustic thing where he wore like, a metallica tshirt — i saw the scariest show last night in which, with a scruffy rocking young band he played a scruffy rocking set (and then a seamless accoustic medley in the middle) but sang without joy. the last time i saw him he was american golden boy with gentle smile. last night he was gaunt of face and hunched and bony. but it’s the music that matters right? his voice is second only to eddie’s. next cd purchase: baby i’m bored… and the avril lavigne album (!).