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Tracy and Dustin

Harlem's historic Apollo Theater was packed so tight Saturday night, even Tracy Morgan's agent couldn't get a seat in the house, much less a blogger with a Comedy Central badge. However, the staff was gracious enough to let us catch the show from the wings and hang out in the green room. I could tell it was going to be a hot show after passing Sommore and New Edition/Bell Biv DeVoe's Michael Bivins.

Contrary to impressions of Tracy's unpredictable behavior, the headliner was on time and supremely composed. I've rarely seen a performer so calm before stepping on stage. The room had a joyous energy, still shaking off the cobwebs from the Obama victory party. Tracy was in rare form, holding court for more than an hour and a half with classic blue material, musical impressions (the best Michael McDonald outside of Rick Moranis) and superhero riffs. Favorite opening to a bit: "I'm a pervert. All I do is go to the supermarket and watch grown women shop for cucumbers."

Here's what I've learned:

1. Tracy Morgan is the undisputed master of simulating male genitalia with a microphone.

2. His ability to discuss recent DUI arrests and marital problems created a bond with the audience that was neither sentimental nor ironically detached.

3. Do not attempt to heckle a man at the top of his game when he's just talked about his DUIs and martial problems.

Afterward, Tracy was as buoyant as a national spelling bee champ. "The spirit of Richard Pryor was moving me! Bernie Mac was there with me. Richard Pryor. Lucille Ball!"

We sat down for a quick interview:

CC Insider: Instead of questions, all I have is word association.

Tracy Morgan: Alright. Let's do it.

CCI: Giblets.

TM: What's that?

CCI: Like little pieces of meat. (ed. – "the heart, liver, gizzard, and the like, of a fowl, often cooked separately" Random House Unabridged Dictionary)

TM: Gizzards. Hot sauce.

CCI: Nemesis.

TM: Haters. Nemesis? Not funny people.

CCI: Genesis.

TM: The beginning.

CCI: Prowess.

TM: Me. Before a show.

CCI: Forbidden Love.

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TM: Me and her (pointing to Comedy Central's Joanna Farah). Before a show.

CCI: Rocket.

TM: That's how I feel.

CCI: Lobster Boy.

TM: Gross, but never put his hands on me.

CCI: Fu Schnickens.

TM: De la schmoove, ain't got nothin' to proove.

CCI: Adult diapers.

TM: Gross. Kill me before that happens.

CCI: Foie gras.

TM: Who?

CCI: Goose liver pate? You know what that is?

TM: Never tried it. White people food. French food.

CCI: Sacramento.

TM: Doesn't exist.

CCI: Crusts.

TM: Crusts? Not in your drawers.

CCI: Ninjas.

TM: Me during sex.

CCI: Belly.

TM: Pregnant. Fights.

CCI: Dotcom.

TM: Primitive.

CCI: Lorne Michaels.

TM: Obi-wan Kenobi.

CCI: Peanut Butter.

TM: Not good without jelly.

CCI: Freeze.

TM: Warm.

CCI: Rock.

TM: Rap.

CCI: Waffles.

TM: Pancakes.

CCI: Vampires.

TM: Pimps.

CCI: Christmas.

TM: Never came for me.

CCI: Quincy Jones.

TM: Michael Jackson.

CCI: Dirty.

TM: Clean?

CCI: Michelle Obama.

TM: My baby's mother.

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