Evan Dando

I HAVE REASON to believe that Evan Dando has been drinking. It's not so much his appearance – grimy T-shirt, flared polyester trousers crudely cut off too short, and bare feet with smudged felt-tip pen all over them – or his general physical demeanour – he can stand up reasonably straight and rush fairly efficiently back and forth between the stereo, the toilet and the chair in his hotel room where he's conducting our interview.