Obviously, I am a misanthropic jerk. (Well, yes.) Why? (Besides a general dislike of most people, places and things?) I’ve always hated the Williamsburg Subaru Troubadour, the middle-aged guy who drives around on weekends yelling along to oldies at the top of his voice, criss-crossing the neighborhood in a horrifying, brain-melting Doppler of dischordant exhibitionism, ruining whatever shred of peace there was… Obviously, I am an enemy of fun. FreeWilliamsburg went for a ride-along with the guy, one Anthony Delia, and they see him rather more as an eccentric slice of color and joy in the mean streets of the ‘Burg. Fair enough. But there was one line from this video that caused me to punch the back of the film editor’s head: “Never interrupt me in the middle of a song, that really ticks me off.” Oh really?
(Delia is to be rewarded for his noise pollution with a karaoke night at new bar the Woods. It’s called Car-a-oke.)