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Basketball Rubble and Sawdust Dreams

Hanging on the shoestrings.

I mean, look at this family.  
Congrats, Jo.

I mean, look at this family.  

Congrats, Jo.

Achilles is in your alleyway…
Honey, why are you so hard?

Achilles is in your alleyway…

Honey, why are you so hard?

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.

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