-
- Colin The King of Karaoke
-
Williamsburg lacks a true karaoke bar, and thank God—that means M.C. Colin Schiller can thrive. With D.J. Tark, he roams the neighborhood (Capone’s on Mondays, Alligator Lounge on Thursdays, Trash on Fridays, and across the river at Lit on Sundays) bearing a laptop filled with 4,800 songs, from Fugazi to Kelly Clarkson. Schiller encourages screaming, cursing, and nudity, but if you want to jump the line, keep quiet. “The most ridiculous thing is when some guy says, ‘Let me go next. I’m in a band so it’s gonna be good,’ ” he says. “I’m like, ‘Dude, everyone here is in a band.’ But we take bribes.”






The Beauty of Designing With a Spouse

Paul Feig on His Influences
Three Courses of Orson Welles
Tom Hanks Appreciators at Lucky Guy
Fashionables: The Gladiator Sandal
The Urbanist’s Amsterdam
Adam Platt on ABC Cocina
Clams: Shucking, Buying, and Dining Out
Best Doctors 2013
The Bossless Office Trend
Nelson Castro in the Machine
The World of Black-Ops Reputation Management


Join the Discussion
Read All Comments | Add Yours
Recent Comments On This Article