“I felt like it was sort of funny to wait 10 years and do another cover album, like I’m the biggest slacker of all time,” he mentioned.
Decades faraway from his cover-boy period, Mr. Dando appears to think about himself a curator of the alt-rock custom, very like Wynton Marsalis serves as an envoy for jazz. The new album virtually requires a syllabus, with Mr. Dando serving up interpretations of college-radio nuggets by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, John Prine, Bevis Frond, NRBQ, and the Eyes, the primary band of the Go-Go’s’ Charlotte Caffey.
“I mean, these ’90s vibes, they can’t go on forever,” he mentioned. “Strike while the iron is hot.”
Music is hardly the one matter that animates him. These days, Mr. Dando has a number of time to learn and suppose, and over breakfast, the previous prep faculty scholar who managed 4 Fs and one D-, he mentioned, in his one semester at Skidmore College discovered his ideas dashing between the early American Calvinists, the 1960s cult generally known as the Lyman household, the Scottish comic Billy Connolly, the mental legacy of William James and the seamy underside of the ’70s comfortable rock scene. (“John Denver once sawed a bed in half with a chain saw!” he mentioned.)
After breakfast, he was keen to steer me on a Vineyard tour, so we wandered just a few blocks from the diner to Wesleyan Grove, a compound of colorfully painted Victorian cottages constructed for 19th-century Methodist revivalists.
Strolling among the many gingerbread pinks and yellows, his face brightened. “You don’t even have to be on mushrooms to appreciate this place,” he mentioned.
“But,” he added, “it is amazing on mushrooms.”