1823 Portland Avenue is where it all started. Mike and I had grown up together and were playing music for awhile now, but just the music itself. No other factors or elements were in play...yet. As we moved in, the house was perfect, plenty of room to play our crazy rock, funk music that we loved. The one issue at hand was the neighbors, and if they were going to accept us playing so loud. 1823 was home for us now. The irony of the house was that my name "Steve-O" was engraved in the cement of my lot, as well as my sisters nickname "Slim". It was weird, I couldn't think of any other reason why this house was perfect for the development of BOH. In Heart of Darkness Mr. Kurtz loses his sensibility of where home is and where he belongs. One day, a man knocks on the door. Danny was his name, he was a native to the city and was a fellow neighbor across the street. His roommate Barak could sing his lungs out. We didn't force Barak to do anything, we just wanted to jam and play music, and so we did. The music was becoming organized and it was actually becoming art. This art had to be exposed, we were just missing the backbone to this process...the bass. And so there was Tido. Tido's actual name was James but everyone called him Tido, he was a native as well. Barak had played with him in previous bands, so we invited him over to 1823. That first time we all played together as unit was insane. The music was just coming out like it was emotion bottled up in our bodies ready to unleash. The music continues, but now we show people, we entertain the public, and we love it. 1823 is where it all started, and it's definitely home for me.

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