When Ryan Leslie had his laptop stolen during a recent German tour stretch, the world paused in fear that so much was lost. Not the songs exactly—there's always more where that came from—but what must have been thousands of hours of video of R-Les acting out his own self-directed, seemingly endless epic of self-love. Call Kanye and Cudi the kings of emotional nudity (heh) but Leslie is Steven Spielberg of baring your soul so that everyone can see how toned it is from all those hours on the P90X in your mind. Love this dude. Might be crazy. Here's a new song debuted at a gig in Paris, though what kind of gig is this composed?? Who cares! Also, he got his laptop back so stay tuned for the backlog.