The angel that watches over Evan Dando from heaven has been doing a bang-up job for the past thirty years or so. Dando remains the dream boyfriend who would rather be playing his guitar and doing drugs than cuddle up. He is the Bertie Wooster of ’90s rock stars, with his happy dolphin smile and greasy blonde hair falling down alluringly over his eyes. An airhead with the soul of a poet. Evan’s love for music was always entirely real, though, even if his songs were built backwards, with choruses at the end instead of in the middle, the stoned warmth of his rock star voice insinuating itself into the listener’s head like a woolen blanket that gave comfort while you looked out the window on a rainy afternoon. At the very least, his songs were always approachable. “Into Your Arms,” a not particularly memorable by-the-numbers song that Evan wrote at the height of his fame with The Lemonheads, spent nine consecutive weeks at #1 on the American Billboard charts, a feat matched only by U2. …