Posted by: Coco Buchanan
After eating half of his Dumac & Cheese, I decided to buy some pears and have a chat with the Werewolf of Sex himself, Mike Marsicano. He is an illustrator, a fabulous facial hair cultivator (even though he recently shaved it off!), and has an interesting obsession with all things Cunanan. You can check out Mike’s artwork here: mmarsicano.com
CB: Where you from & where do you stay at?
MM: I’m from Long Island New York & I stay as far west of there as possible. Literally Hell’s Kitchen, the farthest west before you hit New Jersey.
CB: Who is your Daddy, and what does he do?
MM: He’s a cop, you idiot.
CB: What sound or noise do you love?
CB: If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role as you?
CB: Do you think you’ve “sold out”?
MM: Yeah, only if you call lack of success selling out.
CB: Would you welcome the opportunity to “sell out”?
MM: You know, absolutely.
CB: What are the first 5 songs on your “recently played” playlist?
MM: Chuck Berry-School Days
Talking Heads-I Zimbra
Captain Beefheart-Trout Masked Replica
CB: Oysters or Peanuts at happy hour?
MM: Peanuts. I don’t think there’s ever an excuse to eat oyster, unless you’re trying to make yourself sick. I don’t ever de-shell my peanuts. They say roughage is good for the diet & I’m a pretty rough guy.
CB: If I was over at your house, would it be cool if I crash there?
MM: Absolutely, because odds are, I’d probably cook dinner, pay for the cab & slip you a sleeping pill.
CB: What is your problem?
MM: Pffft. What is my problem? Haha. I think my problem is that I try to be too uptight in a groovy kind of way.
CB: Define the word “burrito.”
MM: Tortilla with cheese meat & vegetables just like every other Mexican food there is, yet the one thing that can completely clear up a shitty day.
CB: Preference: “tex mex” or “cali mex?”
MM: Tex mex, only because I care less about seafood, and more about raping the inside of my mouth with spice. I know how Californians are just a bunch of fruit-eating weirdos anyway. Just like the person typing this. [Editor’s note: Whatever, I’m not the one who just did impressions of 4 different types of fruit].
CB: You have to move to another city that you’ve never even visited and live there for at least one year. Where do you go?
MM: I’d move to Cherry Hill, NJ because they make Haagen Daaz there. Not that I know anyone there, but at least I could have some sweets, which is nourishing always. Ahh wait they make it in Woodbridge, NJ! That’s where I’d go. Just Haagen Daaz . I don’t even like ice cream.
CB: Invent a Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavor that incorporates the name of a band. Go.
MM: Steely Dan Pecan.
CB: What’d you do today?
MM: I jocked Barack Obama, sang Karaoke at work, put icy hot on my foot, and uh, received 2 messages from telemarketers & only called one back. And I had a lovely dinner, on the cuff.
CB: If your country of origin suddenly adopted an Israeli/Italian policy towards defense, and you had to join the armed forces in some capacity, what would you choose to do?
MM: A JewTalian line of defense?
CB: A compulsory participation.
MM: I thought it was going to be a mixture of rabid militarism but with no work ethic whatsoever. I’d probably willfully join & do kitchen patrol.
CB: Brandon, Dylan or Steve?
MM: Steve. Steve McQueen.
CB: That’s not what I’m talking about here!
MM: I know what you’re talking about & I refuse to answer 90210 questions, not that I knew that was 90210.