Tony Warn

Drums!

Tony Warn grew up in a family owned liquor store. He was bottle fed watered down Pabst Blue Ribbon since day 1. You see, his mom had a double -Masectomy.{ Lets just say the Silos were abandoned!} Tonys older sister, Wanda Warn, says, "Tony was such a good baby. As long as he had his Pabst ready at his side, he was an angel!" When it was outta reach, get the hell outta his way! He'd beat on anything he could get his hands on!" Thus, making the drums an ideal instrument for this tempramental lad.

Growing up, Tony used to love to beat obscure people. Punks in the neighborhood, losers at school, girls who couldn't keep an address and men who didn't care. Oh yeah, and his meat. In high school, the one thing he couldn't beat was Pabst Blue Ribbon. It was a side kick like Robin to Batman. It followed his every move. Step-drink, step-drink, step-drink. Every step of the way. It even shadowed him in broad daylight. His middle name became "Stupor." Despite all of that, he could still play a mean snare drum, at a parade, whilst walking through a steamy pile of road apples!

Once outta High School, Tony made his move to the desert of Southern California. He made Cathedral City his new home. Once settled, he summoned the talents of Ezekiel Baye and the second chapter for Gingerbread Nightmare had begun. They picked up Randy Pine, on loan from" The Randy Pine Project" and recorded a mass of songs. They played LIVE at the Saloon and even did a few LIVE radio shows. Randy had to get back to his Project, so it left Tony and Zeke to go it alone. They both moved closer to L.A. They found a place to gig, Al's Bar. Al's has been their second home. Courently, Zeke is scouring L.A. looking for a new bass player. Let's just end this bio as: To Be Continued.......