"THIRD" In 2003, while I was in the process of moving from Chicago to L.A., Steven was holed up at the mansion on 3rd St with a infinite supply of spray paint, twice as many beers, a few friends, and a 4-track recorder. Steven spent his days with his robots and gaffer/s tape while Nate made paper airplanes, and Lloyd banged around on the plumbing. The living room became a makeshift studio for the late night Lo-Fi scream-fest and a handful of damn good songs. Listening to THIRD is liked walking into a new year's party that's gotten out of hand - reverberating through the walls of that shaky old house - dancing til the floor caves in. It's riding on the back of Steven's Kawasaki as weaves his way home from midtown with a bottle of Jameson and a smirk from beating you at pool. It's staying up all night because proving a point is sometimes more important than sleeping. This is the THIRS year that we've been without Steven's charms and "cheers". So here it is Steven's THIRD record. Cheers, Lizzy.