Drum Roll Please: Album: Land of Broken Dreams by Mojo


Ok, I’m an asshole for not posting this earlier. I apologize. I mean I released it like ten days ago.. you guys should’ve been the first to hear it but I’ve been bad about blogging.

Here it goes, finally, after 10 years of trial and error, here’s my start:

If you like what you’re hearing, you can download it on bandcamp: mojoiam.bandcamp.com

If you’re feeling extra supportive please go like my tracks on soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/mojoiam/sets/land-of-broken-dreams

I worked really hard on this music for over 10 months. It’s very personal to me and my journey. I’ll write soon about the stories inspiring the music. Please share these links with your friends. It’s the only way to find out if people like it or not. Thank you for all your support!

*Coughs* this got quite dusty..


I’m actually coughing right now.. getting over this bronchitis hopefully soon. It’s been a while since I wrote here. I’ve been very busy and life’s been quite interesting. I’m in the UK right now. I just got back from a month long trip around Turkey and Georgia. Did some filming with my brother. My album is almost done. I’m excited. I’m also sick of eating Kit-Kat and McDonald’s for Iftar. I miss having a meal with my family. Happy Ramadan everyone. That cat photo is from Ayasofia, Istanbul. Obama met the cat, they say. 


p.s. Kit Kat orange is terrible, don’t try it. I had one with hazelnut in Georgia and it was swell. Hopefully I’ll try the green tea flavour sometime. 

p.s.s my laptop fell while traveling and I had to format it at the apple store. That’s why it’s spelling things with the weird British ‘u’ in the middle of words like ‘flavour’ above.. I’ll try to turn that off. 

I failed.


500 day ago I announced to the world via facebook that I’m going to finally get it together and release a music album on the day I turn 10,000 days old. That’s yesterday. I did not release any album.

The good news is though: THERE IS AN ALBUM!

Yes, I know. I can’t believe it myself.

Things in my life kept getting complicated so much that somewhere in the past year I said to myself “yeah.. it’s not looking like you’ll get the opportunity to work on an album by February. Let’s just adjust this goal shall we.. We’ll say that by February 5th you’ll embark on a travel journey and make a YouTube show. That’s better aim.”

Well, I don’t know how it happened.. but I ended up in Yemen. I’ve been here for about two months and a half now. I never wrote about it because I was scared. Not mentioning that you’re in Yemen is actually the smart thing to do but oh well. This place is sort of the new home of Al Qaeda. There was a bombing down the street two days ago.. no big deal.

Anyways, I found this recording studio here. The place is like a hole in the wall. It’s pretty humble. It’s also pretty cheap. We made a deal to record an album sometime early December. They knew about my February 5th deadline and they promised to finish on time. The culture here is just really ‘different’ though. Almost everyone here walks around high as a kite. They don’t smoke weed. They chew some leaves called “Qat”. Qat throws scheduling and deadlines out the window. It runs through their blood. It’s been a frustrating two months for me, very frustrating.

After three weeks of delays and never hearing back from the studio’s music producer, I decided to take care of things myself and went out of pocket to hire music producers online. I love this website called elance. It rules. You can find every kind of service on there for good prices. So yeah, I’m paying double for music production. I paid the Yemenis and now I’m recruiting online. It’s part of the experience I guess.

It’s been good so far. The album songs are decided and written. I just gotta wait on producers to give me the tracks and go record them in the studio. After that it would be two weeks of mixing and mastering (hopefully, unless the Yemeni habits kick in). So I guess hopefully by the end of February, maybe? All I know is my parents are fed up with waiting and they want me back in Saudi Arabia as soon as possible. Like I said, you never know what blows up next around here.


I thought I’d post an update for the three people who actually read this blog. Thank you for sticking with me. You can take a look at the album artwork up top. It’s me in a cartoon form standing before a flag that I’ll explain later.

If you happen to be or know someone who’s good at analyzing rhythms, time signatures, and/or chord progressions please talk to me. I need help with asong or two. If you speak German that would be a plus since this producer doesn’t understand half of what I tell him.

It’s 8 am here. I’m going for breakfast. Later.

#2 On Sleeping Well At Night


For the past few months, I woke up to thoughts of my father being disappointed at me.

You know that feeling where you did something really bad and managed to sleep only to wake up with the chemical emotions still running through your body? Yeah.

However, 9 days ago I mustered the courage to email my father. I told him that I want to pursue a career in music and that there is no way I can give that up. Continue reading

#1 Friendship Reduced to Likes and No Comments


A virtual life can be dangerous.

Ever wondered what it would feel like to have a trip through time where your mind travels and your body stays in the same place?

Well, I’ve had the exact opposite of that experience.

I spent over two years hanging onto a reality that doesn’t exist anymore.

I left the US, yet I continued to book and promote concerts in College Station.

I kept thinking of scenarios and ways I could go back.

I just couldn’t deal with the reality of what had happened, how a 12-hour flight changed my life. Continue reading

A Stateless Man’s Birthday Wish



So I just turned 27 today.

I don’t have a six-pack, a degree or a job. Oh, and I don’t have a country.

I have a lot of hope though, that things will always get better.

Someone asked me what’s the thing I struggle the most with.

To be honest with you, I hate waking up every day having to lie about who I am.

It feels terrible but I have not had much choice.

I regret leaving the United States when I could’ve tried to stay, and it’s not because of how things turned out for me, Continue reading