By Kelly Dearmore
By Jim Schutze
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A hit-and-miss Lemonheads album (1996's Car Button Cloth) and a changing definition of alt-rock will do that to a guy faster than you can say "Pearl Jam." But the fall of Evan Dando was as much about, say, a needle in the arm. A crisp, rolled dollar bill in the nose. Maybe some distilled liquids on the tongue. He once was so cranked on crack that he couldn't do an interview. He was also once hospitalized for a nervous breakdown after being subdued in a Sydney airport while peaking on acid and smack. That kinda thing. Eventually, the music seemed secondary. Trite, but true.
Dando made his official return this spring with Baby I'm Bored, a solo debut that comes seven years after Cloth, the Lemonheads' final soiree. Bored is a casual, contemplative alt-pop effort that eases the 36-year-old into the comforts of post-adolescent singer-songwriterdom. But, while one can read some sense of lessons learned throughout--notably, Dando's own "Why Do You Do This to Yourself?" and the Ben Lee-penned "All My Life"--the album is hardly a grand statement about the evils of substance abuse. Unlike high-profile resurrections over the years by such artists as Aerosmith, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Stone Temple Pilots' Scott Weiland and country troubadour Steve Earle, Dando's not interested in playing that card.
"That's dangerous territory," he says on the phone from his Manhattan home. Dangerous because Dando is so nonchalant about his life changes that you get the impression that his demons are less exorcised than perhaps simply taking some time off. He looks at his past with more of a shrug, calling the Lemonheads' roller-coaster ride "fun" and explaining the seven-year drought between studio efforts was because he "wasn't ready--I didn't have the will to do it." Another case in point: the recent confession to Rolling Stone that he still smokes "a little teeny bit" of hash on occasion. Call him almost sober.
Besides, Lee, who's known Dando for a decade, says it's wrong to portray this as "Evan Dando's come clean and become a saint." He says his friend is much more complex than that. "Evan's excesses have never just been drugs and alcohol," Lee explains. "Evan's excessive in personality. He's too much human being so much of the time...[Drug use] just makes it more complicated, doesn't it?"
Things began to change in 1999. "I guess it was meeting my wife, I think," he says--he's hitched to model Elizabeth Moses. "I got more grounded. I wasn't just going out all the time. We were just content to stay in...I just got my focus back."
With focus came a renewed calling to make music. He used his own resources to start recording what would eventually be 30 or so new songs. He worked with the Giant Sand/Calexico collective in Tucson; with an old pal, Spacehog's Royston Langdon, in Brooklyn; and with in-demand producer Jon Brion in Los Angeles.
The Brion sessions not only yielded the album's more adventurous pop songs, but served another purpose as well--Dando finally stopped drinking. "Jon doesn't mess around with people who are real drunk or taking drugs," Dando says. "I realized early on that he'd only work with me if I was myself, and not on anything. He has lots of other things to do."
Fending off alcohol, Dando says, proved to be the key move: "Quitting drinking certainly reduces the temptation factor. If you're not drunk, you're not gonna need to do any coke to stay up. So, not drinking is certainly the most important thing for me."
Knowing that Baby I'm Bored took years and several different cooks to create, it is a surprisingly cohesive effort. It leans on Dando's more melancholy tendencies, not a stretch from the post-punk twang-pop best captured on the Lemonheads' fine 1992 release It's a Shame About Ray. And it avoids the calculated tendencies of the band's radio-fodder breakout hit: a cover of Simon and Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson." ("I certainly don't listen to it," Dando says now.)
On first listen, Baby I'm Bored comes across as perhaps too unassuming--acoustic sketches with a smidgen of studio accoutrements for greater color. And you wonder: This is what we waited seven years for? But the record breathes with the calm of a Sunday sunrise, the spotlight squarely on Dando's simple craft and crafty vocals: part pop, part Gram Parsons wounded. It's a rare voice that makes every word seem special, whether singing about a fractured romance ("It Looks Like You," the album's most immediate cut) or about his own self-destructive tendencies ("Why Do You Do This to Yourself?").
While Baby I'm Bored might not be the big comeback statement, it's a warm, humble collection that comes across as the sound of a long-lost friend getting his shit together. And that's something to appreciate. At its emotional core are the songs "All My Life" and "Hard Drive," both composed by Lee, the former Australian teen-punk prodigy who once wrote a tongue-in-cheek song about Dando's then-star status called "I Wish I Was Him." Both songs are melancholy moments that suggest new beginnings: "Hard Drive" is a stream-of-consciousness tune celebrating the mundane ("These are the feet I'm standing on, these are the hands that built the world"), while "All My Life" conjures a sense of inner peace ("All my life, I thought I needed all the things I didn't need at all").