It has been one year since the passing of my oldest brother, Warren Anthony Bruce — who most people knew simply as Tony. To me, he was more than a brother. He was my best friend. As we mark this anniversary, I’ve been reflecting on a life that was bigger than most people ever truly understood. Depending on where you met him, you might have known him by a different name — Tony, Warren, or Big $exy — but no matter what you called him, you knew his presence was unforgettable.
Tony’s story begins in the 1980s in New York City. In all five boroughs — Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island — he was known for break dancing. Crews from across the city would come to Flatbush just to battle him. That era of hip-hop culture, street competition, and raw talent defined a generation, and my brother was right in the middle of it. He wasn’t just participating — he was a name people traveled to see. In a time when respect was earned on the dance floor, Tony earned his.
By the 1990s, he had entered what I call his “nightclub head” phase. He was outside — at the parties, at the events, everywhere the energy was alive. Brooklyn nights, city lights, music blasting — that was his environment. He knew people in every borough, and every borough seemed to know him. Tony had that rare ability to move between circles and still remain authentic.
In the early 2000s, he transitioned into working nightlife from a different angle. He began bouncing at clubs and festivals across the country. The funny part? The family didn’t even fully know. All I knew was that he worked clubs and summer festivals, traveling city to city. He moved quietly but confidently, building relationships and experiences we only later began to understand.
Somewhere along the journey, he became known as Big $exy. I remember who gave him that name — a good friend — and it stuck. That name followed him into his music phase, when things began shifting in a major way. Suddenly, he wasn’t just known locally. He was traveling the world, performing, connecting, and expanding his reach. His career in music started gaining momentum, and the same charisma that made him a legend in Flatbush translated onto stages across the globe.
What’s always made me smile is how your location determined what you called my brother. Family called him Tony. Flatbush friends called him Tony. The North Side of Brooklyn? Warren. Staten Island? Warren. The music world? Big $exy — or Warren. Each name represented a different chapter, a different circle, a different version of the same incredible man. And he carried all of them with pride.
My brother was a great guy with a lot of friends in a lot of places. He built connections everywhere he went — through dance, nightlife, music, travel, and pure personality. He had layers, stories, and experiences that were bigger than most people ever realized. As we celebrate his life one year later, we don’t just mourn his absence — we honor the impact he made.
Tony, Warren, Big $exy — whatever name you knew him by — his legacy lives on in every memory, every story, and every person whose life he touched. He is deeply missed, but he will never be forgotten.
Enjoy a Tribute Video Created by his Friends.
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