Educated in Austin by Willie, Stevie Ray, Wayne the Train, and other legendary Texas performers, B-Rad learned up close and personal about western swing, country, blues, while living next door to the Hickoids. Bearing witness to legendary riverside festivals, late night brawls, and Sunday walks of shame back from Nuevo Laredo, B-Rad picked up a guitar and started crafting his own stories, some true.
After a stint in dreamy Santa Barbara, he ended up in the ultimate trucker’s town, Boise, Idaho, a town where the Big Rigs used to make way through the busiest part of town, gearing down in front of the Capitol steps. After a few years in various bands (Rowdy Yates, Exit 51, the Red Fords), he happened across a young cow-billy by the name of Diesel, who had played bass in a punk-rock band. Right there and then, Poke was born.
B-Rad told Diesel he’d buy a new doghouse bass if he learned to play it. Diesel couldn’t believe when it arrived from A-town back in 2004. Diesel’s doghouse provides the boom-chucka, clickity-clack rhythm to get Poke headin’ down the track. Smokin’ J was raised on a steady diet of great drummers, and gobbled up all of the right things. Jay joined in on the fun without one rehearsal, and has never laughed harder. Boise veteran pickers rotate through the line-up, including ‘Johnny Shoes’ Pisano on guitar and mandolin; ‘Shakey’ Dave Manion on Tele and steel guitar; and Bernie Reilly on fiddle, accordion, and organ.
Poke is packin’ the bars with the Poke Nation … not an army yet, but at least a battalion singin’, clappin’, and shoutin’ on cue. Dancing bears, stage-stop hold-ups, cuttin’ heads, and fillin’ dance floors with tales of windswept truck-stop beauties, and weekend runs on the border. Is it Punk, is it Rock-a-billy, or is it Country? Real Country. Oh, its country alright. Hell yeah, its country.