Chalk this up to “Crap That I Don’t Really Find Amusing But Post Anyway So People Stop Sending It To Me.” Scott Stapp, frontman for the recording group Creed [not pictured] put together a song for the Florida Marlins, and it’s just bad. Not even like Unintentionally Funny bad, or even Fairly Close To Ironic bad. It blows in a bland, un-redeeming way, although the Own Name On Back Of The Jersey was a nice touch and, arguably, less tacky than incessant title case.

I can’t tell if that’s actually Creed behind him, but I don’t really care. This vid does nothing for me. But sincerely, thanks to everyone that sent this in. Hey, sometimes I’m wrong about stuff, and so I count on you, dear Leather-heads, to set me straight. Enjoy your post by popular demand after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

The Big Ten is enjoying a bit of an international boost this week after the Korean pop group Girl Generation released this video featuring these random shots of an Iowa Hawkeyes football helmet. And I just wanted to point out that this is South Korea, and not North Korea, so the Axis of Evil jokes don’t really apply here, although “Axis of Jailbait” is totally in play. –Black Hearts Gold Pants.

Rock legend Prince, who may or may not shop in the boys’ department at Nordstrom, wrote some hymnal ode to the Minnesota Vikings earlier this week. And, um, it blows ass. Take a listen up above, and tell me that you would even want that song to play at your own funeral. It’s like the song at the end of Dirty Dancing right before Patrick Swayze wanders up to the stage and yells, “Cut the music! What I’d like to have right now…is for all you fat…out-of-shape….Minnesota meatheads…keep the noise down…while I show the ladies…what a REAL man is all about. Hit the music!” That was Patrick Swayze, right? –vid from Billboard.com Also.

I can’t find the email of the person that sent this to me, but their service and example shine on nevertheless. If you’re not familiar with the New York- and Sydney-based Glue Society, that’s all about to change. The self-anointed “creative collective” was charged with the task of creating a music video for “Bastard,” an electronica track from the Lithuanian band Metal on Metal. And this is what they came up with: two Asian chicks slapping around a hand grenade while rich people look on from behind a blast shield. It’s very stylish, if technically incorrect. The handle would have flown off of that grenade as soon as the pin was pulled, and that would have ignited the fuse. Eh, who cares. It’s a badass video. Just watch it after the jump.

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Here’s Will.I.Am; he’s a noted recording artist. And really, “Recording artist” is just a white person’s way of saying that he makes music without trying to classify it as R&B or Hip-Hop or some other genre that hasn’t quite hit the Cracker Pipeline. Anyway, Will wants a tryout for the Dolphins. He says he’s gonna wear “blood red” shoes and kick Reggie Bush’s ass, which is kinda like saying, “I can stay sober longer than Jeremy Shockey.” It’s not all that impressive. “What’s the worst that’s gonna happen,” Mr. I.Am. asks. Probably this video, actually.via.

Cheryl Cole, wife of Chelsea soccer star Ashley Cole — he of the barfing while cheating move — has a music career with the pop group Girls Aloud that has thus far been kept out of the States.  But things may be changing, as Cheryl is featured in a new video by Will.I.am (Most. Annoying. Punctuation. Ever?) of the Black Eyed Peas.

And check it out!  Her necklace says "Available"!  That is a fucking BURN, Ashley.  Sure, she hasn't served him with divorce papers or anything, but I mean c'mon: would jewelry lie?

So… yeah.  Not the biggest story to hit With Leather, but give me a break.  I watched all three minutes and fourteen seconds of that video to get that screen cap.  And believe me, it's fucking terrible.  I don't care how hot she is, it's not worth listening to that song again.  The video could have her blowing me and I still wouldn't watch it.  Although that's partly because I'm weirded out by how gigantic my balls are.

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