Nov 22, 2011 - Daytrotter Studio, Rock Island, IL
- 1 Welcome to Daytrotter
- 2 Forks
- 3 Untitled
- 4 Lullaby
The Guy Who Buys Flowers
Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry
Dewi Sant seems like the kind of guy that gets talked about well. You'd like to think that his goodness and sweetness both precedes and post-cedes him. The deeds of romance and love that he submitted as offerings have been duly noted and they will be played back for him when he gets to the pearly gates, as if to give him an opportunity to take a bow or to receive something like a good guy standing ovation. We think that it must be almost unanimous that every one of his ex's kick themselves for messing what they had with him up. We're giving him a lot of credit, but when we listen to the songs he writes, we can't see him breaking hearts. We see him getting left and it's sad. We feel for him like it's nobody's business. Without knowing anything about any of his real life relationships, we can't possibly suspect Sant of wrongdoing. He didn't deserve what happened, but he got it anyway. He's the guy who buys flowers often, for no reason at all. He's the guy who opens the door and pulls a chair out. He's the guy who's begging for mercy. He's begging for the softer and forgiving eyes. He's the guy would be there for a love, whenever and however, no questions asked. He thinks about starlight and considers it only for how it falls across a beautiful face, how it guides a midnight stroll, hand-in-hand. On "Dance Me To The End Of Love," Sant sings, "Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin/Dance we through the panic/Til I'm gathered safe within/Lift me like an olive branch/Be my homeward dove," and he then delivers the title of the song, but if you're not paying attention, you could hear the word "love" as "thou" and it doesn't feel as if there would be anything wrong with that. It would take on a more formal, Old English appeal, a Shakespearean coloring and it could reflect upon a need to know what all this love stuff is. It's about finding out how that other person is going to love, what they're like when there's no one else watching or listening and it's about determining if someone else is out there with the capacity to love the same amount. For the Minnesotan Sant and his waltzing folk songs, there's nothing meek about love and he lives it.