Joe Palermo has never conformed to the norm, has always done things his own way, & has an incredible determination to succeed. Thus, finding himself unable to place his show at the Fringe, he simply got himself a room at the deluxe Village Hotel, & put his show on there instead… his memoirs must simple be heard. So I heard them & enjoyed them immensely. His plan is to go back through time from the present day, using set piece memories to tell the story of his 46 years on Earth. Joe has lived, really lived – a young athlete ,radio speaker, an artist , a film director in Rome, a theatre director in Paris, a model in Milan, he has always been somewhere at the forefront of fantasy performance. Just right now, he’s a storyteller, & luckily he’s a really well-grounded, down-to-earth geezer, & to spend an hour with him as he tells his tales is well worth the ride.
Palermo is a more than frank speaker when it comes to his sexual escapades, & some of the situations he has found himself in over the years are stuff which only real life can provide. For me, the most evocative parts of his tale are those reminiscences concerning his teenage years in Rome – when he was being educated in the tenets of street playing, of picking up pretty tourists & getting laid. To Joe & co. it was a highly competitive sport-art form, the mastery of which set him up for his fascinating life’s journey. adventures has always been a part of his life – especially a couple of girlfriends ago when his youngest lady would check out what he did……to see if he had been ‘playing’ away. This, & all his other anecdotes, are told with a rare & easy verve, & among all the stories told at this year’s Fringe… NOBODY has anything remotely as cool as Joe’s. NB. IS COPYRIGHT so I will find out if you copy to make a movie or writing a book and then I WILL SORT U OUT ! and trust me I know how to do it ! bunch of loser producers writers and directors !! a part the line of coke you do and the ass you lick you got nothing! ciao ciao
Reviewer : Damian Beeson Bullen
NB: a lot of so call intellectuals complain the spelling of “Mémoires of an Italian Stallion” is wrong sorry dears is not 😛 as you probably did not read my blog and links and all informations , the word MEMOIRES it was a book of ‘Guy Debord’ a director a marxist and an artist…an EUROPEAN !