Someone at Atlas must be hacking into my list of boyhood musical icons again. I can barely contain my shit most days but today feels like one of those boyhood Christmas eves where you were almost certain about what Santa was dropping off on his visit to your house; In this case – an Evan Dando concert right up the street.
For those of you who maybe weren’t musically awake in the early 90s, Dando is the front man of the highly popular and now legendary Lemonheads. It’s been well documented now, 23 years on, that 1992s It’s A Shame About Ray is one of the classic albums of the era and some would say one of the most perfect albums ever made. In a time when good albums mattered – It’s a Shame About Ray was the antidote to the heavier and more esoteric masterpieces of the Seattle scene, and a perfect ‘storm in a teacup’ of pop/punk punchiness that continues to be a reference point for ‘indie pop’ magnates. Dando played a different game than the Eddie Vedders and Kurt Cobains of the MTV world – for fuck’s sake – he was listed as one of People magazine’s top 50 most beautiful people in 1993…and still managed to keep his indie cred intact.
For bands of the 90s – it seems like 20 years or so is roughly the time it has taken for the younger generation to discover them, and for the older ones to become nostalgic enough to re-visit their teenage inclinations and feel compelled to see them play again. For me though; the music of Evan Dando has never really left my focus – I’ve been carefully following his every musical move since first hearing his voice in 1992 – I might even dare to say that 1993’s Come On Feel The Lemonheads was even better and more ridiculously genius than Ray. It was an introduction to country rock, gay rights, perfect songwriting, stoner/slacker rock and putting the acoustic guitar along side heavy (grungy) electrics. If ever there were a band in the 90s to inspire a young songwriter from rural North Carolina (for example) it would be the Lemonheads.
I could turn this ‘write-up’ for the gig tomorrow into one more op-ed piece about “what happened to Evan Dando” but that would be totally stupid and wankerish of me. I could tell you about all of the rock ‘n roll clichés that have befallen Dando and whomever he decides on the subsequent albums are his Lemonheads – instead though – I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful and inspiring songwriter that Dando has been – and still is to many people, about how god damned charming and alluring this mystical man is in person, and about how important this concert will be for you – the humble reader on a boring cold Wednesday night, and how I personally guarantee you won’t be sorry if you come along with me and watch him perform an intimate solo set in the lovely Atlas venue.
Whether it be that you are seeing him as a fan of the Lemonheads all those years ago, or perhaps you need some lighthearted inspiration on a Wednesday – maybe you are just curious to see why your favorite writer at Sound Of Aarhus is rambling in run-on sentences for so long about this one man from Massachusetts – you need to come check this guy out.
Tickets are still available at 140 DKK. Doors are 19.00 and support on the night is from Sara Johnston.