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I’ve been wanting to do something with the “Bulls on Parade” instrumental for quite a long time. Rage had really nice instrumental tracks for Zach de la Rocha- which made his banter that much more powerful. In my efforts to knock down a good hip-hop refix, I chose Jay-Z “Dirt Off Your Shoulders.” The marriage seemed to work as if it was originally recorded this way. Give it a listen!

Dave Wrangler – Dirt On Parade (Jay-Z vs Rage Against The Machine) by davewrangler

After watching the finale of LOST last night- I feel a deep yearning to start back at episode 1 and reevaluate each character once more. I only got into LOST in early March, where I watched all 6 seasons in a matter of 3 months- as opposed to 6 years.  My relationship with the show was considerable more intimate as a result of this. The fine details can  fall into the recesses of your memory when you spend 6 years on a task.

So, was Jack Shepard the only real survivor of the Oceanic flight 815 crash? Was the entire series his personal delusion of purgatory? Did the plane carrying Claire, Sawyer, Kate and company crash back onto the beach or did they make it off the island? Perhaps their plane did crash but one person survived and is stuck on the island with Ben and Hugo. Is it Sawyer, Kate, Claire, Lapitas or Miles? Were the footprints in the sand one of theirs or were they suggesting that Jack crawled off into the woods as the sole survivor and died looking for help after the Oceanic flight 815 crashed? I’m still pleasantly  confused by the final episode- is this what the directors wanted us to feel? I feel that gave each of us an opportunity to theorize and fabricate our own personal interpretations of how it all ends; aside from the obvious.

Looks like I will be starting from episode 1 all over again.

The sting of UVA rays on my chalky skin tells me that summer has finally arrived with open arms to greet us.  “Do like I do,” and pick up some of this Neutrogena SPF 85…does the body good.

There isn’t anyone on the planet that appreciates a good pool party as much as I do. BBQ, sun, water, music, girls, cocktails, rinse, repeat. Surely there has to be a “Dummies” version for organizing and pulling a summer time pool celebration for the novice host out there. If you need a few words of advice feel free to email me- I’m a pro.

Oh, and be sure to slip something green into the DJ’s pocket when requesting a couple of these summertime classics.

I woke up prematurely today- about 6:30 am, to find out there was a new track out by Diplo and Tiesto. Needless to say, it is an absolute banger. What I’m wondering, was this a strategic move by Diplo to make himself a household name? I fancy myself a fan of marketing, thus a fan of this move on the part of Diplo.

About the track: Signature Tiesto “big room” sounds- signature Diplo ticks and tocks. The track sounds as if they did it in an afternoon- a fairly standard formula with no surprises for the most part. I felt it was missing a little something- so I reworked the track with Biggie’s classic “Goin’ Back to Cali.” Peep it…

Dave Wrangler – C’mon to Cali (Diplo vs Tiesto vs Notorious B.I.G.) by davewrangler

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What more do you need from an everyday shoe? These kicks are rockable with jeans, tweed pants, chinos, shorts and even a suit. You can wear them to Coachella, a Knicks game, to that casual Friday meeting or to a casserole dinner at your mother-in-law’s place. Nobody’s closet should be without a pair of these “American shoes.”

Though I have never been to Coachella- 2011 will be different. I am making a vow to purchase my tickets the moment they hit the market. Perhaps I have been reluctant to visit the music festival that has reached legendary status for a personal reason or two. Next April, I feel Coachella is going to be more exciting than ever. Would you like to know why?

Well, please allow me to provide you with my Coachella predictions. Taking the stage together will be Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg, the reunion of 808 State, and The Talking Heads. Whoever needs to see this wishlist- open your eyes. The people have spoken…

Passarella Death Squad have taken the mantra that “sex sells” to new heights with their 2010 men’s collection. The high-end tees, available in black or white, feature alluring images of vixens in compromising positions set to graphical backgrounds your would find on a shirt your grandmother may have picked up for you on vacation. Our personal favorite is “L’Amour,” an image of two nude Nagel-esque women braided around the Statue of Liberty like cheap farm twine. Now that is New York of the 80s, an era long gone. Be sure to follow Passarella Death Squad on Twitter for details about their most current releases. Does anybody know where to find the “RIP YSL” tee?

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Nothing says summer time like “I Get Around” by 2pac…but it’s February. Well, I’ve clearly got BBQ season on the brain, so let’s get to planning the perfect summer pool party.

Tom Ford is without a doubt one of our generation’s greatest fashion and design icons. When I heard he was making his directorial debut, I was curious to see how this visionary would lend his talents to the big screen. “A Single Man” is set in Los Angeles during the height of the Cold War and takes the view through chronicles a day in the life of a gay university professor (George) who abruptly loses his partner (Jim) who perishes in a car accident.

While I am partial to 60s design, architecture, and fashion; I found the cinematography to objectively breathtaking as Tom Ford’s ability to convey the era’s aesthetic was nothing short of brilliance. As I sat during the opening credits I thought critically about the title of the film, “A Single Man.” The existentialist sentiment was quite apparent as the underlying theme of the film is how we all deal with being alone. During a brief philosophical discussion with one of George’s students, he is told that “we’re born alone, and we die alone sir.” Should this film had debuted half a century ago, Jean-Paul Satre would have been that creepy fucker on the back row eating nachos.