When talking about what a person would do differently in the desert, it's important to remember what he (or she) would refrain from doing differently, as the true measure of a lad or lass is not all about ephemera, correct? Right, and in that vein, I proudly proclaim that I would continue to endorse Survivor (the band, not the Destiny's Child song).
You heard me,
I'd listen to Survivor in the burning heat of a desert, on a man-made beach, inside an overpriced Land Rover, and within my mangled head. Survivor of the fittest, and don't you let me forget it.*
* I have this annoying tendency to overlook the truly significant things, but it's nothing a swift paw -Eye of the tiger, baby. Eye of the tiger!- to the backside won't rectify.