SODA DREAM STATION
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Philosophies

A running log for blog posts, field notes, fragments, ideas, and the hidden text layer behind the station.

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“The brain is a computer and imagination is the executable file that runs the software.”
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Why the station exists

This is where my ideas come to live, here you can read my mad ramblings, blog posts, scripts, jokes and other written works.

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Field notes

Observations, text scraps, and process fragments that still deserve public air.

PHILOSOPHIES / art assets included / can grow into a full blog later
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Blaze It

timestamp: 04.20.2026 / late night signal

Today is 420. Most notably it is the birthday of Hitler. Some time ago I made a fake album and band up that crosses the cultures so to say. I want to preface this with saying I DO NOT CONDONE THE CONFEDERACY NOR DO I CONDONE ADOLF HITLER. THIS IDEA WAS TO LAMPOON SOUTHERN METALHEADS AND STONER METAL CULTURE. Here is the story.

My friends and I were talking about 420 one day and, for their sake, I will not name them. One of my friends cracked the name 'Bong Hitler' out of nowhere.

I started constructing a fake album for a stoner metal band with that name. The first pass was just the rebel flag with hitler thrown over it and then I added the letters.

At first it was just a rough visual concept, but somebody suggested adding bongs.

So naturally... I added some bongs in the fashion of a swaztika.

— Soda Dream Station

Bong Hitta album artwork

— Soda Dream Station

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Where do I begin?

timestamp: 04.11.2026 / initial transmission

How about this…

What this vessel, or “website”, is:

I have what some might call a vivid imagination, or ADHD, not sure what exactly it is. But this thing in my spirit has driven me to be involved in comedy, music, art, and other various types of creative ventures throughout my 30 years walking the earth.

I’ve tried using means of social media or other platforms to showcase and archive these endeavors, but there seemed to be a problem with this way of thought. One word: algorithms.

I got tired of being pushed into a box. Lulled into the obscurity that is the ever growing machine we call social media. To be confined to the personal labels we decide amongst ourselves.

God forbid you be a “musician” trying standup comedy, or a “filmmaker” taking a crack at graphic design. All of these things to me go hand in hand — they’re a daily practice that over time have developed into something of their own.

I take on many monikers, many disciplines, build many worlds even… but one thing is constant: the love of creating art.

So what did I do? I made a fucking website.

I’m tired of being forced to read some hackney fucking dipshit’s 5 paragraph essay about why the Beegees were problematic or the local drama occurring on “community” social media groups just to be able to showcase my work and promote myself in the process. To hell with all that.

Nations were not forged in the capitals of empires. They were brought about by men who sought out their own land. Why would I sell my data to a social media company and subject myself to “content” from “influencers” designed to invoke negative reactions?

I’d rather have my own land.

So what is this website?

This website is a hub/archive of all things related to the creative endeavors of Steven Allen and friends. I hope to use this site to bring on friends and others who wish to break away from the algorithmic chains of the modern internet.

This is a place where you know you will find something entertaining. Whether it be original music, mixes, standup comedy, short films, sketches, rants, informational videos, vlogs, podcasts, sound bites, digital art, flyers, blog posts… you name it…

If SDS hosts it, you best believe it’s gonna be a good show.

I hope that this site can kill the ideas of “influencers” and grifters alike while showcasing genuine art from people that love to make art.

I have a script for a comedy series I want to produce — I’ll share the pilot here soon — but I want to grow this site enough to where I can fund production through donations and subscriptions. That’s the long-term goal.

Bring people to the site. Sell merch. Build something real.

Make this site the Silk Road of “content”.

The place you go when you’re looking for some of that good shit.

The place where you can browse without ads, algorithms, or your crazy aunt Nancy.

This is the first step in a hopefully lifelong journey. I’ve needed a place to archive my work for a long time. Hopefully I can backfill it with everything across tapes, hard drives, and scattered digital ruins.

First thing on the agenda: I’m recording a talk show this weekend. It’s gonna be gay as fuck — but hey… you might like it.

Anyways, browse around. Turn the lights out and enjoy the show.

God, thank you for such a place to exist.

— Soda Dream Station

On Nostalgia

Nostalgia can best be described as yearning for a past experience that was perceived as harmonious or happier than the present moment. This vague symbolism, a memory of a memory, almost acts as a catalyst for motivation, inspiration, and most of all, desire.

The desire portion of nostalgia is where it can become hindering to one’s growth as a person. From firsthand experience, nostalgia becomes a snare at a certain point. It’s a turning back from life’s circumstances and the desire to revert to your simpler form. The longing for throwing away responsibility, fleeing from today’s problems, and cornering yourself in the childhood bedroom you so desperately wish you still had for the sake of soothing your ills.

The stagnation of your own growth creates an endless loop of “sit back and play with your toys” until your mental safe space becomes a husk of what it once resembled. No longer is this corner of the mind a joyous place to return to for inspiration, but a prison of one’s own inadequacies. Clinging onto the comfort rather than the spark that got little you out of that room and into the world to see what it means to truly live.

Nostalgia can trap one in the grips of mental distress just as much as it can free someone from it. However, it can also be the catalyst for self-preservation and liberation from the phenomenon known as the matrix.

Nostalgia is sold to us on a daily basis, even for times people didn’t get to experience. With the resurgence of Y2K and early 2010s fashion and aesthetics on the internet, it is apparent that the youth of today desire a simpler time—where digital currencies, technocratic institutions, and thought crimes were works of fiction.

More and more often, you see people cutting themselves from the stream of the beast and adopting a slower, simpler lifestyle that feels more authentic to being human, and less like a rudimentary cyborg.

Though this message is driven through the vehicle of memetics, the Y2K/2010s resurgence feels like a call from the collective consciousness. It’s a simple contrast: people desire simplicity, and a world that isn’t designed to cause them harm or distress.

Every day, millions are subjected to algorithmic ad services that use so-called “secure data” to sell cheaply made products that feed into the nostalgic tendencies of the current generation. Unable to escape the jargon of the internet—even while attempting to disconnect.

“Influencers” have become the new socialite class, seemingly designated to promote degeneracy and stir false controversies. The term “cancelled” is used to describe public shaming cycles, whether justified or not. The term “chat” is used as a false fourth-wall break, unintentionally revealing the level of narcissism embedded in modern digital culture.

Too many people are focused on becoming known instead of becoming skilled. Every day there’s a new subscription model, a new personality to follow, a new illusion of importance being sold to the masses.

This is where nostalgia can shift from a trap into a tool. Not as a place to hide, but as a reference point—a reminder of what felt real, what felt human.

If enough people step away from the stream, reject inauthenticity, and begin carving alternative paths, a return to simplicity becomes possible—if only for a minority. Nostalgic imagery, when understood, becomes less of a comfort and more of a signal.

The choice is yours.

Do you want to live in the silicon hellscape built by technocratic overlords, or live an authentic human life?