We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
~ Anais Nin
I'm really loving this cover of Estelle's American Boy by Sam Sparro.
I missed the opportunity to watch this at my local theater, but I'll be on the look out when it comes out on DVD.
I don't have HBO, so I haven't been able to watch this season of Flight of the Concords. Fortunately, there's youtube and I've been catching up on the songs. This one is hilarious!
Love Adele's cover of Sam Sparro's Black and Gold as much as the original.