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Basketball Rubble and Sawdust Dreams

Hanging on the shoestrings.

Great piece here from Shoals.  Basketball is still the best.

That flow from Pos, you know it immediately.

Sick 991’s like I was back in I was back in…

Sick 991’s like I was back in I was back in…

Re-discovered this one.  Eugene Record and Co. with the harmonies.

Motherfucking right.  

Motherfucking right.  

HIGH STEPPIN.

You have never seen anyone high step around an apartment like I did when Woo put this one down.

Photo credit: gmd.  Location: AZ.

Photo credit: gmd.  Location: AZ.

Here at BBall Rubble, we give absolutely zero fucks about how much we love this song/video.  Swoon.

Here at BBall Rubble, we give absolutely zero fucks about how much we love this song/video.  Swoon.

How enjoyable was this Sound Opinions interview with Allen Toussaint?  Just love that voice.

Previously: http://basketballrubble.tumblr.com/post/67117727546/an-all-time-fav 

5. The basketball court at Foster Street beach, where I once watched an impressively sculpted guy play a whole game—dribbling, shooting, arguing, dunking—with a toothpick in his mouth, taking it out only to spit. For many years he was to me the hero of Chicago cool.

http://www.chicagomag.com/Chicago-Magazine/April-2013/20-Reasons-Aleksandar-Hemon-Will-Never-Leave-Chicago/

New Lee Fields! Covering the excellent JJ Cale track. Truth.

Jo’s Dad Yannick: Also the best.  I love this Chicago Bulls team so, so much.  

Previously: http://basketballrubble.tumblr.com/post/62303726153/dudes

Jo forever and ever.

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