A Very Hank Mobley Halloween

Art Blakey in Heaven won’t shut up about how he’s the greatest and isn’t it cool that he’s listed right under Hank Mobley in the credits for Soul Station, not listed last like most drummers, but then D’Angelo and Jack DeJohnette stomp his goofy ass. Jesus, like the burned out prison warden he basically is, just looks the other way cuz Jesus was never that keen on having Blakey in Heaven in the first place; it was some kind of bureaucratic loophole paperwork situation. So D’Angelo and Jack DeJohnette (and, by proxy, Jesus) tell Blakey he can stay in Heaven and avoid Hell if he can just manage to never solo again. Blakey, true to form, chooses Hell, and Hell is the the worse for it, a place with fire and brimstone and the tormented souls of the damned (etc.) and now, on top of all that, the flesh-rending rat-a-tat-tat of Art Blakey’s idiot drum solos echoing through the fiery halls. Even by Hell standards it’s a bad day when Art Blakey rolls up with his drum kit.