My tone in the preceding piece: I scorn him for his beauty. He’s so beautiful that Anita Pallenberg followed him around!
A high percentage of anybody who’s written about Evan Dando insist he has no right to have a problem with it. Because being gorgeous is his brand.
Is it? How is that a calculation? Such a weird way to be awful to someone.
Kathleen Hanna—an icon, a pioneer who truly made music better—wrote, in her twenties, a tortured zine called My Life with Evan Dando. It expresses—so finely—what it is to hate someone because you’re attracted to them. One page is a Xeroxed collage of Evan Dando with the text I am as evil [sic].
An enduring shame among musicians from the 1990s is what dicks we were to each other. I should say, some of us were. Many of us were.