Caroline B.
Yelp
I used to live in Noble Square, right by Chicago Avenue, which meant I was near three of the best record stores in the city: Permanent, Reckless, and Dusty Groove. I called it the Danger Zone. It was terrible for my wallet, but I bought many beautiful records, so I regret nothing.
Dusty is a sleek, modern space that might be the most shopper-friendly of all the local record shops.
-It is so clean. Maybe too damn clean.
-Stacks are easy to flip through. There's space between the records as opposed to them being crammed into shelving.
-The staff always play cool artists like Makaya McCraven.
-Dusty has lots of new vinyl but its used game is very strong.
-Its wall is covered with rare, super expensive pressings of albums that make me want to cry like the Velvet Underground's debut with a pink banana, Sonny Rollins' Saxophone Colossus, or Coltrane's A Love Supreme. No, I won't complain about their cost because they are glorious.
-Rock is not Dusty's focus yet their selection is better than most people realize.
-If Dusty was a person, it would be like Ginger Baker, a stylish rebel equally at home in London and Lagos, the kind of person who would drive overland across Africa in an old Range Rover or be high on shrooms discussing Mingus wearing a velvet suit.
-It also, real talk, has more customers with melanin than every other store, and I don't need to explain what that means.
Over the years, I've gotten clean copies of the following records and more. All used, mostly originals.
The Walker Brothers, Nite Flights (SUPER RARE!)
Kate Bush, Hounds of Love (OMG. People tend not to part with her.)
Cocteau Twins, The Pink Opaque
Tom Waits, Small Change
The Blue Nile, Hats (promo, damn!)
The Gun Club, Miami
I love Dusty. Could it be cheaper? Maybe. Could it be better? Not really.