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Alright...So out of some sick, twisted curiosity, you've ended up here. My name is Craig -- and I've got a lot of different sides to me. But let's start out with the basics.

Age: 28
Height: 5'11"
Weight: Fluctuates between 165 and 175
Species: Human (as far as you know)
Occupation: See below
Location: Austin, TX
Birthday: November 2, 1974 (Scorpio born in the year of the Tiger, hour of the dragon -- for the astrologically savvy)

Where I'm from: I was born in Williamsburg, VA, but moved away at the age of 18 months--with a little help from my parents. From there, I lived in College Station, TX most of my life. Midway through my sophomore year of high school, we moved to the Gulf Coast of Mississippi (little town called Long Beach, near Biloxi). After finishing up school there, I moved back to College Station to attend Texas A&M University. My majors flip-flopped like tuna on a shrimping boat, but it made me quite a well-rounded individual. Three years later, I transferred to Middle Tennessee State University, moving to a little burg called Murfreesboro, and becoming a Recording Industry Management (Production/Tech emphasis) major. I lived in the Middle Tennessee (read: Nashville) area for about 8 years before getting a promotion which had me relocating to Austin, TX. I moved here to Austin around March of 2002.

What I keep myself busy with: Hobbies...interests...I have a lot of those. The main ones are lifting weights, souping up and racing my car, singing/songwriting, and trick-skating when the weather's warmer. Most books have a hard time keeping my attention, though I do enjoy level-headed volumes about out of body experiences (which most new-age hippies call "Astral Travel"). I think there are a lot of fascinating things in the world that we simply haven't even touched the surface of yet.

"Don't you work, ya bum?" : Well, yes, but I wouldn't say it takes center-stage in my life. I'm currently a Technical Writer/Analyst for Dell Computer Corporation. I've had a pretty diversified range of roles while with Dell. This one has me writing the technical content that our technicians and customers use for troubleshooting. Though I will always succeed due to my work ethic, it's merely something to put food on my table, a roof over my head, and a few more toys in my pocket from time to time. I think my Dad best summed it up when he said,"On my death-bed, I seriously doubt I'm going to say,'You know, I wish I had spent more time at work."

"So's your Dad the bum?" : Actually, no. Both my parents received their PhD's at Texas A&M. Mom's was in Medical Physiology, and I want to say Dad's was in Oceanography or Physics. They live in Hawaii now...tough life. The Navy hires out my father to do a lot of work with underwater acoustics, physics, kinetics, etc. Mom used to be on the cutting edge of cancer research before she started having health problems of her own. They're both incredibly intelligent, and probably eclipse me in that regard.

What I'm about: That's not the easiest thing to sum up in a paragraph. I believe strongly in honor, passion, loyalty, and intensity. I despise arrogance in any form. My mood can swing like a pendelum, but I don't typically let people in on what's happening in my mind or heart. I am also confident in my abilities, but rarely mention them. I'd rather them speak for themselves, or catch someone off-guard. I don't like the idea of intentionally hurting anyone or anything. It's not uncommon for me to catch bugs inside of a building and carry them outdoors in order to set them free. I have an incredible respect for nature, which stretches into my religious beliefs. I often like animals more than most people I run into. I also believe in love. I fiercely protect and defend those whom I care for.



My music

The short version of the story goes like this. Back in High School, a fellow football player tricked me into trying out for Concert Choir one day at lunch. Well, I made it, and turns out I was pretty good. The next year, I advanced to Madrigal Singers along with concert choir. There was something exquisitely haunting about the Latin pieces we sang...like they resonated through your very soul.

Fast Forward to college...though I did some minor songwriting and musical performance with my roommate Ben, it was nothing big. I was also still under the misguided notion that I could sing and play guitar at the same time. Ben's probably the best friend I ever had; I don't get to talk to the guy much anymore.

Fast forward again to when I moved to Tennessee...Walking down the halls of MTSU, I picked up a flier for some guys in search of a vocalist. Ended up getting together with Marcus Tremper. Thus began a long, strange journey. I was in two bands -- Hardcase, then Patient Zero. Hardcase was by far the more successful of the two, though we wrote some great tunes in Patient Zero. Beyond that, though, Marcus and I also got together and wrote songs just ourselves, recording Guitar/Vocal versions on a digital workstation. Most of these listed are those guitar-vocals. I also had the privilege of working with a friend named Dan Dever to write one of these pieces. Where possible, I've listed the locale of each recording, along with the writers of each piece and musicians involved.

There's much more music, though. These are just the cd-quality recordings that I had handy. All of the songs listed here were written in a similar manner. The guitarist I was working with came to me with a basic musical idea. I took lyrics I had already written, created a melody, and tug them in certain musical directions depending on what I'm feeling with the song. I've been blessed in the sense that Marcus and Dan were able to work that way.


ALL MATERIAL IS COPR. VARIOUS YEARS BY CRAIG Z. LEWIS

Primer I am the Night If you could see me now Help Wanted Lipstick and Polished Leather

Title: Primer
Play It
Copr. 1997 Craig Z. Lewis/Marcus Tremper
Musicians: Hardcase (Craig Lewis - Vocals, Marcus Tremper - Guitar, James Westbrook - Bass, Ryan White - Drums)


Here comes the treatment,
Cure for the blind,
Cover all your problems,
Back in your prime...

Mistakes are painted over,
Perfection's far behind,
The dents and the scratches,
That came along with time...

Primer for your soul,
Primer for your mind,
The icy cover-all,
The one makeup that binds...

Rollin' 'cross the world now,
Feel brand-spankin' new,
Shielded from the demons, yeah,
That left their mark on you,

Do you even see it?
Can you feel the mask?

The medicine man has charmed you,
But that's an easy task,

(repeat chorus)

And you never knew...that this was you
And you'll never know...what's all for show

Sand cuts you harshly,
Wind pounds on your skin,
Cold, hard, and knarly,
We see what lies within...

(repeat chorus)


Title: I am the Night
Play It
Copr. 1999 Craig Z. Lewis/Marcus Tremper
Musicians: Hardcase (Craig Lewis - Vocals, Marcus Tremper - Guitar, James Westbrook - Bass, Ryan White - Drums)


You see the darkness well within me
Without a doubt, child, you are right
I am the black that stares down on you,
I am indeed the starry night

I am the cold black logic...you run to everytime
I am the fear that grips you...and the passion felt sublime

I am the devil's warm hand you grasp,
When God ignores your every plight,
I guard your soul like shinin' armor,
My qualities abhor the light,

I am the wrath of fire,
A burning blaze -- a soul that hasn't died,
When you feel alone,
I'm the last one...standin' by your side

I am not rational,
I am unwritten law,
And despite what you think of me,
I have a certain draw...

You say that you don't really need me,
You say I have no place in your life,
I am the black that stares down on you,
I am indeed the starry night,

After all, I'm the darkness -- and maybe you're right...
But look into the stars, my bright one...and see my flashin' eyes

(repeat chorus)


Title: If you could see me now
Play It
Copr. 2000 Craig Z. Lewis/Dan Dever
Musicians: Craig Lewis - Vocals, Dan Dever - Guitar, Some pothead - Bass, Another pothead - Drums


Another sleepless dreamy night
My eyes are takin' in the moonlight
And I can't clear my mind of you,
I watch the stars -- and I hope you see them, too

And I remember how we talked,
How you held my hand -- and I just walked

I didn't let you into my life,
I guess the timing just wasn't right (yeah but now)

Things have changed some,
I'm doin' alright
I have a decent job -- a good day from time to time

And God, I remember
You just don't know how
With tears on my face (How I fell from grace)
If you could see me now

Sometimes I'd give my life -- just to be with you,
Then my heart screams,"It's all over," yeah it says we're through

And to be quite honest, I'm not sure who's right
But without you, I'm losing my mind

I didn't let you into my life
But I missed you back then, and I miss you tonight (yeah but now)

(repeat chorus)

Title: Help Wanted
Play It
Copr. 1999 Craig Z. Lewis/Marcus Tremper
Musicians: Craig Lewis - Vocals, Marcus Tremper - Guitar


Past a girl, and in her life
There's an old window -- where there hangs a sign
Written by the blood and pain of a thousand years

Just inside her heart somehow
Her troubles learn to write it out
The message behind thousands of her tears

Help Wanted
We could surely use a hand in here
Help Wanted
The place could use some atmosphere

Help Wanted
For God's sake, do what's right
Walk through the door, across the floor...and tear up my sign

Lookin' out, it's funny how
All the people learn to scream and shout,
Walking down the same old path each and every time,

Lookin' out, it only seems
What they did to you, they've done to me
And I can't sweep this floor the rest of my life...

Are you ready?
I'm beggin' on my knees
Are you ready?
Shattered all my dreams
Yeah, I'm ready
I've waited all my life
Are you ready?
We're gonna do it this time

(repeat chorus)

I can close the shop -- we'll move next door
We'll turn off the lights -- we'll close the door


Title: Lipstick and Polished Leather
Play It
Copr. 1999 Craig Z. Lewis/Marcus Tremper
Musicians: Craig Lewis - Vocals, Marcus Tremper - Guitar


Suzie startin' thinkin',
Lookin' at her own four walls,
Then she started drinkin',
And screenin' all her calls,

Why was she here?
How were they there?
What's goin' on?
And why should she care?

She could be livin'

Lipstick and Polished Leather,
Chains and gangs and bikes,
They can just ride forever,
At the end of her day...comes the night

Some people move to live,
Some people live to die,
She only takes what they give,
She's only livin' to fly

Some told Suzie...she'd never make it
She had nothin' to do...but prove them wrong

Her itinerary...is temporary
Flippin' like leaves in the wind

Give it gas and let it glide,
They've got cash -- she's got her pride
His hot car and her suitcase,
Layin' all the world to waste

She visits sometimes,
Her folks throw a fit,
They want her to live -- but not like this

Somwhere inside,
They can recall,
The fearless urge to fall
(She's in)

(repeat chorus)



My Pictures


I recently decided to pare down this section, removing the growing pool of photos from my 9 years or so on the 'net. This one (New Year's Eve 2002) was taken at Platinum X downtown.




Here's a shot of me at work.


If you want more pics of me, I can always be reached through email. But for now, I think I'll keep it just at these two to keep accusations of vanity at bay.



And finally, if you would like to contact me, I may be emailed at tigersoul@cox-internet.com
Take care...