TOTO - love is a man's world ( XX 1977-1997)#09 video free download

stopmakingjoinrules

a Phil Spector anthem

stopmakingjoinrules

LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CONCEITED/ALOOF & ABUSED/TROUBLEDI'm Peter Reilich & my opinion of the above song is probably valid since I'm one of its main influences, lyrically. Schoolmate Jeff Porcaro & his following of ambitious men at Hollywood all hated that I was slow with girls. They were often open with this opinion about sexuality as it was fashionable to be so during 1970s-80s, although not soberly. A sober attitude toward sexuality was not part of the fashion. As we see how that has changed & become more tolerant of male beauty, and therefore male sensitivity & kindness, in the few decades since then (metrosexual).I received/experienced this twisted social attitude, was a victim of it, in the form of much blatant, ethical critique which came my way during youth as a naturally gifted child talent growing up at Hollywood. Like politicians, the ambitious in the music industry use morality/ethics for infighting. It's who you know & one's professional reputation is everything. The reason for this being that all musicians are considered, by our society as lazy bums until proven innocent. Music, especially talented music therefore is actually suspected & hated by most humans, obviously from envy. This gives us the original purpose of the Rock music industry turned Rock culture. Envy of the girls' attraction to romantic classical pianists leading to a blitzkrieg political-media attack on fine musicianship. Incredible but true, that a leading nation could have such a corrupted morality. Not surprising, however when realizing that America's true religion is hustling, lying, thieving, and therefore successful capitalism.Much of my innate talents were never openly recognized, namely the physical attractiveness. People around me preferred to focus on music talent, at the neglect of obvious physical talents. Deliberately not heeding the fact that physical attractiveness is also considered valid, employable talent, indeed is a commodity in the industry. This happened because I was surrounded by so many Hollywood background musicians, like Jeff P, who despise male glamour and therefore hated the idea that a musically gifted kid from their hood/clan would become a glamorous movie star: the enemy in their eyes, the necessary evil put up with to achieve prestigious industry employment.The criticism I received was always people assuming that I was conceited, supposedly as a result of getting too much attention from being cute/talented. This is easily recognized because we have similar examples of abuse coming from my elder adoptive cousin: Mark Feigenbaum, 12 years old, typical bully elder sibling abuse. All of which, however becomes seriously abusive (no longer funny) because there is an unprotected orphan involved: new info learned from Adoption Science.Mark used the popular Rock culture stigma--Roll Over, Beethoven: hatred of classical musicians for supposedly all being snobs (when the real snobs are in the classical music concert audience, few of whom ever played music themselves)--for fueling moral-ethical criticism of me. All based on my unavoidably striking, cute boy's face & naturally inherited music talent from my hated father who was no longer around to defend himself & his all too attractive/talented son.Obviously the Pop-Rock business was originally invented (Elvis Presley etc) because businessmen recognized how classical pianists were considered by girls to be attractive/romantic while many Americans despised this fact. Can you think of anything that would be more infuriating to typical Americans than this undeniable fact about prince-like, sensitive pianists and how they were naturally attractive to females? We must be removed! Welcome to latter 20th century American stigma: how Americans finally cut their apron strings from Europe. With mean, electric guitar sounds called Rock (the meaner sounding the better for homophobes, really effemi-phobes) & making the final cut through the help of bigots like Howdy Doody.Criticism of my supposed conceit was absolutely untrue. This was obvious to some people. But there's no stopping the moral-ethical critics once they get started. The opposite was, in fact, the truth about me & how ridiculously masochist I became as a result of a neglected/abused childhood etc.One example is how I continued to send money home from music tours--protecting my abusers, as children of abuse are known to do. When the real reason I was adopted was so this dysfunctional family of divorce could steal my monthly SSI orphan checks: equal to more than twice our typical monthly apartment rental. I was paying to be abused. But why does this sound so familiar among Angelinos & their hustling businesses? Dysfunctional family: masochistic mother supporting two kids while her son (eldest male) controls the family's business (mainly welfare) & criticizes his "loser" piano teacher mom behind her back: "Don't talk to mom. She's old fashioned."Encouraged, by the Rock culture and LA's ruthless survivalist environ, to be a thieving schmuck. This was the typical sexist bigot, with his automatic hatred of male beauty, attacking me daily in my adoptive family. That subject alone would create an interesting, dark autobiographical story. It was accompanied by my some of relatives hating my father. An estranged classical piano genius who won a national piano contest at age 12 (1926) and subsequently refused the career on grounds that there are pigs running the music publishing racket & everything else in the entertainment industry, including classical music.With dad absent and constantly getting attacked with moral criticism based in lies, my emotions were a mess before I was age 7. Nonetheless I began achieving in the arts at school, along with being considered highly attractive among girls, getting cast in lead parts of school plays without trying etc. A conspicuous attractiveness which would continue well into my 40s. But with me never capable of openly recognizing my own gifts because 1) it was a slightly effeminate attractiveness, which was hated by typical American Europe-phobes & therefore dangerous & unreliable, 2) the daily criticism from my envious elder cousin etc took its toll on my self-esteem by ruining it."So your aunt Lee was pretty hard on you, eh?" -Steve LukatherBut let's dispel the myth. The criticism which ruined me in childhood did not come from my aunt Lee. The local Sherman Oaks piano teacher who was painted as mean by Steve Porcaro & his mother because 1) these provincial fuckers from New England didn't like her bohemian ass, 2) because it's a lying stigma Americans will believe about overly strict, old-fashioned classical musicians, particularly old ladies who teach piano. People went with this lie because it was easiest & allowed everyone to settle on an answer concerning Peter Reilich's failures with girls and career.To stupid Jeff Porcaro, and many other idiots who seem to prevail, all of this made me appear like a mama's boy who is too respectful of women. Meanwhile Steve Porcaro was the real mama's boy in the hood. A negative reputation which was never allowed to go anywhere because Steve was protected by a prestigious family & their ball washers (Andy Leeds etc) while pointing all the hated (by the Rock culture) mama's boy stuff at vulnerable Peter Reilich, the orphan with nobody protecting him. Contrary to popular belief, this is not about the misbehavior of a high school dropout. It's not about drug addiction, hippies, bohemians & other popular moral models for attacking otherwise innocent individuals from the post World War II baby boomer generation with typical, ethical mudslinging. Actually this is the true story underneath, about how ambitious political types in the music industry will stop at nothing when it comes to harming another person's professional reputation. It's a subject which warrants serious investigation.If it was a criticism of my aunt Lee, I was still the one who received all the flack, for no good reason & which ultimately snowballed into a lousy reputation, ruining my professional career: I was always fighting the tide of STIGMA. But when an attractive man has no charm with women (no chatting up) everybody then is inclined to hate this man. (Not to mention self-hatred.)Being slow with girls therefore was a controversy I was born into. For assholes like Jeff P, the picture of this attractive guy who the girls are swooning over but who apparently refuses to dominate the music groupies and play along with prevailing sexist attitude behind the scenes in the industry, it became a threat to their masculinity and this corrupted tradition, sexist controlling of women, in which they invested their lives. The 1970s Women's Lib movement therefore encouraged some people, with issues over it, to attack me, supposedly the weirdo mama's boy.I was slow. But not only with girls. With all of the fast lane: mean, hustling fuckers who come from all over the planet to make a killing at Hollywood, creating a socially-politically dangerous scene. A brutally critical (moral-ethics) environment where fast talkers who are rude enough succeed in spades. I often walked around stunned by all the mean behavior. I needed a friend. Steve Porcaro tried, but was too weak of character, lacking in communication skills like so many others at the time.I was born & grew up in Hollywood. I did not come here looking for something, like so many people. This fucking town, where I had the misfortune of being born & then abandoned my mom (a farmer women who despised LA) and left orphaned by my father who died of cancer when I was age 6.Being naturally attractive (face, figure, gifted musically etc) is something which all parents recognize as dangerous. Giving us the reason why so many parents are protective of their particularly attractive children, if that is the case for them. I had no such protection despite the irony this creates when one is attractive without trying to be. Attractive in a non-competitive way: naturally attractive without trying to be so.Brutal scenes of unbridled envy ensued. Beginning immediately after I arrived at my adoptive relative's home. This was how I had my self-esteem ruined Cinderella style by adoptive relatives on a daily basis: criticisms in place of hugs/encouragement. Incredibly, my aunt Lee went along with her son's criticism of me. He was very clever in using her issues with disrespectful piano students as a means for painting me as one of them. I was a "burden" and apparently inclined to not show enough gratefulness for their adopting me. I was a "spoiled brat" because, as Mark claimed, my father was a weirdo who raised me on his own after divorce & consequently I received too much affection during my babyhood.Obviously they needed to be arrested. Not allowed to adopt a child, as was apparently considered okay by Judge Egly, LA Adoption Court. Not a whole lot of sound child psychology in the USA during the 1960s. If I'd been born 30 years later, I probably would have been saved.My adoptive elder cousin, Mark was a short, not especially unattractive guy who hated attractive males like so many Americans. Carving the way for successes like Leslie Nielsen, Meathead's movie producer career etc. Handsome men that Americans hate. Mark was self-conscious about his shortness. Obviously he was a victim of social abuse as well.My arrival--vulnerable as I was with a deceased dad who so many already despised--was Mark's ticket, his pin-cushion for outward expression of his discomfort. Which angst he held toward society as a result of that social stigma: short people have no reason to live, as it were. Abuse begets abuse.That is the first thing that needs to be owned about me. That I was attacked in early childhood by typical American, sexist male attitude. Not what all the sexist pigs want you to believe about me. That I was abused by an old lady classical piano teacher. Then you may proceed to the rest of the envious fuckers in the music industry. Like Jeff P, another short, ugly rat pig who was allowed to make a killing in Hollywood with all the other pigs who come here to get laid, Roman style. Giving us the underlying reason why Hollywood exists. For ugly pigs to acquire enough prestige so pretty women will be interested. Because otherwise they're not attractive.The intensity of envious insulting behavior, with which I was thoroughly familiar after an abusive childhood based in this controversy, was doubled for me in the local, extremely competitive music industry after I began working in it as a teen. Some people disliked me on sight, the natural attractiveness was that conspicuous. Obviously in desperate need of protection. The moral-ethical critics considered me irresponsible. "You better learn how to handle your women better." That quote coming from an LA woman, obviously with little appreciation for the finer romances in life, which sexist compromise she has learned is standard & apparently unavoidable when in Rome among these Pigs & their Babes.Moral-ethical critics assumed my lack of assertive personality (ambition) was a result of my having received too much attention as a talented child performer, making me a conceited ass. When the truth was that I was the exact opposite type: masochist from childhood abuse, and all the rest of the abuse coming my way from folks who dislike naturally attractive males. Many without realizing this about themselves and yet not afraid of joining the stigma based criticism of me, an innocent abused person if there ever was one.Point being, if you are that blatantly, unavoidably pretty you NEED PROTECTION. At the very least, you need a policing, critical attitude toward everyone you meet. Like Steve Porcaro always exudes, even though he never needs to. What you can't be, is the very sweet, accepting, gullible, nice young man that I was. Qualities which come from being naturally gifted: the opposite personality of hustlers in the music industry. In my case, I needed to be accompanied, everywhere I went, by law enforcement, a lawyer & a video camera.So we have this song, which Jeff P was always trying to play for me, to teach me a lesson about women & apparently how they must, according to "nature," always be controlled by rat pig sexist men.Moral-ethical critics of Peter Reilich never mention any natural physical attraction I may have been exuding during my youth. A subject nobody talks about behind the scenes in the industry, on (jaded) principle. Especially in the music biz. Where apparently these people's jobs & their proximity to Hollywood causes a negative attitude toward male glamour and that which, in turn, justifies this particular culture of envy. Envious hatred of male glamour. That is what is behind sexist pig songs like this one.Yeah. All I ever needed was encouragement. But people never went there because the stigma caused them to assume I was already conceited & should not receive any compliments or encouragement. This began at age 5, when my father had a stroke & was subsequently hospitalized to his death bed (cerebral cancer), leaving me alone and unprotected in a city (industry, nation, world) all too ready to hate & abuse someone unprotected enough who looked like me.In the end we realize that, here in America and perhaps elsewhere too, girls were not allowed to have (admire, cherish, simply gaze at) sensitive, prince-like boys/men. Not unless such uniquely attractive men were also reserved for insulting, humorous (mean-spirited) attacks from the main populace. Not without envious, hustling, sexist pigs allowed to paint such a beauty as decadent and unattractive (conceited) through the media, gossip, professional mudslinging etc. Not unless the desired natural beauty first has their life ruined through social stigma. In this way, the society is able to maintain its standard of abusive work ethics in the labor pool: capitalists underpaying employees in order to make better profits. By appeasing the overworked labor masses with specially presented, pretty scapegoats conveniently painted as decadent, misbehaving fools which everyone will want to hate in order to never face the truth about how overworked & underpaid we all are.Finally, if a male beauty arises, without his having thorough knowledge of the twisted, diseased society and its bigoted stigma, a vicious abuse will ensue as inclined, sexist bullies wont be able to control themselves with such an unusual freedom of abuse laid out vulnerably before them. It's a test of compassion which they obviously fail. While they go overboard with moral-ethical, mudslinging attacks on the attractive-but-vulnerable prince who has no protection from such people and their rude, survivalist behavior.

79steelymatt

Steve Lukather has his best solo(starts @ 4:53) in this song-this is one of my favorite Toto songs.Jeff Porcaro will always live in our hearts-Toto fans will keep telling the world of his awesome and uncanny abilities-nobody touches JP sorry Jim Gordon and Steve Gadd

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tsumuji7500

It's Disco Ti~me !! David Shout !! I'll always burst out and laughing !! in that part "David's Shout!!!” I love David !!! also TOTO !! Jeffry !! I miss you !! Mike!! Hang in there !! Thanks !! Martin Soulflake !!!

giovanna borrielli

meravglia :)i

mike scully

Speak english you assholes.

GmddB

Oh que oui!!!!!!!!!! Quel groove, la mélodie, c'est léger et entraînant, parfait! Bref, c'est TOTO ...

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En un mot..GENIALISSIME !

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