Pink
Pink
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the color most often associated with charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic. When combined with white, it is associated with innocence. When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1979
CityAbington, PA
CountryUnited States of America
My goal is to make something special and pure, and that keeps me going, keeps me busy on the path of sobriety.
That's really what keeps me playing live - appreciation. And I guess I've made a lot of wiggle room for myself to try different things and discover what I'm doing, and the audience accepts it.
My music already has this oldish kind of quality to it, like you don't necessarily know what era it was recorded in, so it all kind of felt surreal and weird. Night after night when I played live, I was really trying to figure it out in real time, and I still don't know what effect I'm going for or what effect I actually achieve. Looking back, I feel like it would be arrogant of me not to appreciate the fact that I've been able to do whatever I want and still have an audience come see me.
I remember being very psyched for our first tours, despite not knowing about the endless stream of situations and setbacks that we'd face.
I knew what I wanted to do, which was to become a recording artist, so I definitely felt like I had a calling. The performing part was the part that I wasn't sure about.
I always want to be a member in the audience, and I want to hear it from their point of view and see it from their point of view so I can know if it's good. But that's just my issues, not a real problem.
If somebody ever says something is a mature theme, it's bound to not be. I mean, you shouldn't fall for that. You can make it sound mature, but anything that's about being mature is pretty immature.
Sometimes I wish I was poetic and subtle. I write very bold and blunt and tell it like it is.
My life was once whiskey, tears and cigarettes... now it's snot, tears and a color of poop. Bliss. I do miss the whiskey, though.
I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.
Sage is cleansing and sacred.
There's always a backlash when you challenge people's convictions and their heroes.
I feel like I 'get' boys. I've always been a boy's girl. Boys are easy; they just break stuff.
I'm an asthmatic. I have to be on that treadmill singing to get my lungs right.