So in 1974, Discount Records store on Washington in downtown Boston - Freddie Hubbard browses for an hour or so and eventually asked for the person in charge. My office was in the back and I was summoned to the front counter for what was perceived as a disgruntled customer. When I appear, he hugs me and thanks me profusely. He said we had all the Blue Notes in stock and that was "the real shit and I know you don't make any money with all this inventory".