This morning, as I was walking to work, I was listening to one of the greatest tunes of all time — “Rock Steady” by The Whispers. As my mind drifted into the abyss, I began to imagine a world in which I could be part of my own real-life musical. I imagined the music of my iPod being ported by DC government into the downtown streets; pedestrians dancing; commuters exiting their vehicles and dancing in sync to the beat. I imagined hoards of individuals rising out of the depths of the Metro tunnels in a single-file STOMP-like line — stamping their feet, banging their briefcases, clicking their stilettos, and spinning their umbrellas in unison. I envisioned the otherwise nasty pigeons and blackbirds circling the scene and showering the outdoors with pink and white cherry blossoms being dropped from their little talons. I saw the barristas at Starbucks exit their posts into the sidewalks, twirling and causing their green aprons to swing upwards as if they were extras in the Sound of Music — while the bike messengers outside Starbucks did wheelies around said barristas and the newsboys dropped down into a fit of breakdancing.
Then, I was abruptly brought back into the real world as some jackass failed to yield and almost nailed me as I walked across the street toward a gigantic glowing sign displaying a flashing walking man.
I don’t know if Tina Fey can sing, but hell, it’d be funnier if she can’t. With Jane Krakowski on that cast, I think it’s damn well time for 30 Rock to have a musical episode. It worked for Buffy, with Once More, With Feeling, and it can work for 30 Rock. And if Tina Fey can’t sing, she should just focus on moving her lips, and allowing the producers to find a substitute singer. Hell, it worked for Milli Vanilli, Britney Spears, and the American Idol group songs — why can’t it work for Tina?
Discover me, Tina Fey!