Steady State has been in continuous creation since the beginning — or so the story goes. Nobody in the band confirms a start date, and the tape archive doesn't help: every show bleeds into the next, every jam picks up a thread left hanging three tours ago. What we know is this: the universe of this band doesn't expand or contract. It persists. New songs condense out of the void mid-set, old ones never really end, and the crowd is part of the matter cycle.
The Steady State Fan Club is the inner orbit: first access to presale tickets, soundboard recordings from the vault, and the forum where setlist theorists have argued about the same segue since before you joined. Matter is neither created nor destroyed here. It just gets louder.