New York magazine did a profile on Tracy in anticipation of 30 Rock's 3rd season premiere this Thursday (on NBC! at 9:30/8:30 Central! after that less-funny sitcom that was ripped off from a more-funny-than-the-American-version British sitcom!). It's kind of TL;DR (for ONTD, anyway, it's actually a pretty short article), so I've included the best bits after the cut.
"I ask him if people confuse him with his character, and if it might be annoying to be mistaken for an idiot. “He’s my alter ego, he’s not me,” says Morgan, pushing his green tea aside. (“That don’t look like tea.”) “Some people believe everything they see on TV. People, it’s called tel-lie-vision! You have to be highly intelligent to get away with a dumb joke. That takes a pretty smart fella.” "
"In person, Morgan seamlessly switches between crass-simpleton caricature and self-aware actor. He jokes about his growing fame—“I feel like a young girl whose body is just developing. I’ve got some nice tits, a nice ass, a pretty face … everyone want to fuck me”—then his tone darkens. “There’s not much success where I come from. It’s heavy-duty in my community to reach the level I’m at. For the past few years, I’d been feeling very alone, and that’s dangerous.”"
"“People have a perception of me. They think I’m crazy. Do I seem mental?” I say no, he seems sane, if a little depressed. “You’re right,” he says. “I’m a sad clown.” (aww poor Tracy) All pretense of humor vanishes. Sensing my interest, he quickly changes gears, his mouth creasing into a broad smile. “Know how you can tell it’s a good interview? You ain’t say nothing!” A minute later, before I can wish him luck with his Lasik recovery, he’s gone."
"When we get up to the studio, he introduces me to Tina Fey—“Tina! This here’s the reporter from the New York Times.” New York Magazine, I correct him. Fey smiles politely and excuses herself. The cast begins filming a scene for the Christmas episode, in which Fey, as her own alter ego, Liz Lemon, informs the writers that she has a Christmas surprise. Morgan’s follow-up line, “Colorful sweaters?,” is shot over a few takes. First, the director instructs Morgan to say it disappointedly. “Colorful sweaters?” Morgan sighs. Then he’s asked to say it excitedly—“Colorful sweaters?” he intones brightly— then to add a little more Tracy to it. “Motherfucking colorful sweaters?” Morgan deadpans."
"During a break he says, “When I met with you before, everything seemed really dark. But I got people who care about me, and I’m getting to a place where I got some wisdom. I’m 40!” At this point in his life, I ask him, who is he? His expression is blank before his eyes narrow flirtatiously. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” he says. Then he’s off to finish filming."
Tracy Jefferson says that Black is the new President, Bitch!