Concert of da Lyfetime

I'm going to the Danity Kane concert tonight, send me an email if you want to meet up at a merch booth or something.

The Origins

Check out the newest installment of Funemployment. The early days of Craig's vlogging are exposed. Lust, lost love and Dune are all points of interest. Enjoy.

Saxy Back

The double entendre between sex and saxophone has amused and emblushenned fans of contemporary light jazz for many years. Titles like, “Hot Sax, Cool Jazz” “Sax on the Beach” and “No Sax in the Champagne Room,” always liven up record store displays. I recently encountered a new variation on this classic favorite, “Very Saxy.” I discovered this coy phrase on a New York vanity license plate. I can say that the driver of that car must have been listening to Jazz Moods and getting very “Very Saxy.” I decided to take some time out with my personal photographer, Jeremy Gallaghan, this weekend and see just how “saxy” I could get. We took a few shots for my upcoming solo album, “‘Bone’ Thug in Harmony.”

Job Hob Knob

As the winter weather consumes our shriveling hearts, we all march on towards the shadowy valley. The days are long and harsh; those seeking work revel in their own filth. Glorious is the past, bleak is the future.

Enjoy our new episode of (F)unemployment.

(F)unemployment

I recently dropped my old job, and am currently on the "in between team." This video has all the advice you might need to enjoy your Funemployment.

Winter Fashion Bug

Is it getting hot in here, or is it just this season's fashion? Some may complain about the "global warming," but I say, "more room to accessorize." With the unpredictable climate, zip off capris are a must. And whoever thought the shawl was out, looks a fool. Personally, I've been sporting Mudd Dungarees, a blowout sash and "Li'l Bratz" tees.

While winter can often tell your style to hibernate, don't be afraid to peak your head out of the den of dispair, and say "I'm a bear who wants to look sexy." Speaking of...bear skin ankle highs are the "holla back" choice of the season. For a booty call, or a cutie mall (trip), lace leggings and bumber tube tops are prime real estate.

Don't get me started on Victoria Secret's jump into club wear!

Top Advice: Be safe. Don't go goo goo for Gucci garments if getting gutsy is going gutter. Ya heard?

Dinner With Myself

I work a 9-6 job, and sometimes I just don't have the time to reflect. Tonight, though, I set some time aside to sit quietly at home with myself to have a nice, homecooked meal. I found that I was quite easy to talk to, quick witted, and dashingly handsome. The conversation flowed so beautifully, that it was a shame when I finally had to leave. The only awkward point came right before I left. A hug? A kiss, perhaps? The moment came and went, so, naturally, I reverted back to what is most comfortable -- a fist pound and a simple "later, bro." Overall I was a gentleman, and I would love to see myself again soon. What a pleasant night.