Out of Place like Edward Said. We don’t belong in the East, or the West. We are that third place.

The want to sell you the enemy. They want to sell you the popcorn, they want to sell you a dream and a false belief in their own self- righteous efforts to destroy the world.

Who are they? Who knows.

Relating to the youth hunger line above, here this is pointing to the cultural commodification and white-washing of culture during the drum to war. More specifically the so-called war on terror brought the commodification of Arab identity and culture in the mainstream, with artists like Rihanna getting Arabic tattoos, kuffiyehs becoming the hot scarf and Arab foods becoming common place amongst the hipster and vegan-funk scene. Pass the hummus please?

When I was younger, all the hunger I felt was physical.

Now that I’ve grown, all that hunger builds up in my mind and spirit.

Everything we do is watched. This refers to the growing knowledge that governments are tapping our phone calls and our conversations over emails and so-called smart devices

Feels like, the more people have opinions, the less they are growing. The more people tweet, the less they know. The amount of meaningless information we intake, such as these annotations to one song in the grand scheme of life, really is insignificant.

Everybody on twitter talks like we are Deepak Chopra(s) in the making. Just be.

Free Speech + Speak Cheap = Monster of the Double Entendre.

That Sweat Shop Love, so I had to introduce them to the guilt-free club.

News Media and Augmented reality film

With the self-imposed pressure of creating a great musical body of work, sometimes you realise how insignificant that is in the grand scheme of life, and how nothing can be perfect.

Being a musician, and the conundrums that come with it, is truly, a First World Problem

Syria, Iraq, Tunis, Palestine, Somalia, Afghanistan, Pakistan, the list goes on…… Who are we to complain?