Are you feeling lucky, Pink?

She's taken on the royal family, beaten hard drugs and isn't afraid to get into a fist fight. Can anything stop the toughest girl in rock?

By Louise Gannon for MailOnline

Rock star Pink is at the top of her game. She recently hit No 1 in Britain and America with the single So What. Of course, she was already well established, and is known for being one of the most outrageous performers in music. Born Alecia Moore in Doylestown, near Philadelphia, in 1979, she spent her teenage years dabbling in drugs and petty crime before turning her life around as a performer.

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Her debut album, Can’t Take Me Home, went double platinum and her follow-up M!ssundaztood garnered Grammy and Brit awards as well as spawning hit singles including Get The Party Started and Family Portrait.

‘Right at the beginning there was Britney and there was me,’ says the singer. ‘She was supposed to be the good girl and I was the bad one, the one all the troubled girls liked. You could say things didn’t turn out quite like they were supposed to!’

She adds, ‘It always made me laugh that when I first started out people were actually scared of me.

'This girl with muscles, tattoos and body piercings who rode motorbikes and did crazy things and wasn’t afraid to get into a fist fight if the situation called for it. But that was just me.

'I wanted being a performer to change my life, but I didn’t want to let it change who I was.’

Currently going through a divorce from her husband of two years, motocross champion Carey Hart, Pink will release her new album later this month and is due to go on tour next year.


I’m still in love with my ex-husband.

I can’t help it. Carey and I were together for seven years and separated in February. I wish it could have worked out, because he’s the only person in the whole world who totally gets me. I proposed to him by holding up a sign saying ‘Marry Me’ when he was doing a motocross race. He nearly fell off his bike. To be honest, even when he said yes I knew there was a little part of both of us that couldn’t handle being married. We did it because we loved each other so much. We wanted to eat each other all the time we were together, but maybe marriage wasn’t ever going to be our thing. I’m not over it. I love him.

I got Carey to appear in a video where I completely trash him.

This is how I deal with not knowing how to go through a complicated situation. My song So What is about the marriage breakdown and me acting like I don’t care – drinking, going naked on the red carpet, fooling with guys, taking a chain saw to our initials in a tree, setting light to my hair… It’s totally wild. I asked Carey to be in it. He agreed but he had no idea I’d be singing to him about how hurt I am and how I don’t care. There were people crying on the set of that video. It was out of control. I was laughing because I was with Carey and I was just really pleased to see him.

As soon as I hit double digits I turned from a sweet little tomboy into a horror kid.

I was every mother’s nightmare child. I was angry, I was confused, I was wild, I was trouble, I got expelled, I got arrested so many times my mum knew all the police by name in Philadelphia. Part of it was because I felt. I didn’t really fit in anywhere but part of it was because I was a natural-born rebel. I would do anything and I didn’t care, and a lot of it was good fun.

I went to my first funeral at 13 and had buried four friends by the time I was 14.

They were all drug-related deaths. Mainly heroin. You’d think that standing in a churchyard watching your friend being lowered into the ground would put you off doing drugs, but it never did. I remember my first funeral – it was all kids. The boy’s mother was barely more than a child herself. I remember feeling young but ancient at the same time and completely numb. All I wanted to do was get out of it on drugs again as soon as I could, to help me stop thinking about it. No one can tell you to stop taking drugs. It just makes you want to do drugs even more. Everyone telling Amy Winehouse to stop doing heroin won’t make the slightest difference to her – you can put her in front of the worst pictures and show her all the people who died, but it won’t do anything. Drug addicts just want more drugs.

The day I got my first record deal I stopped taking drugs.

It was Thanksgiving in 1995 and I’d just turned 16. I didn’t go to rehab, I didn’t go to Narcotics Anonymous. I just stopped, because being a singer really mattered to me and it was important to be in control. No one knew better than me that you’re never in control when you do drugs. I didn’t have any withdrawal symptoms because I took all that energy and threw it into my music. Getting a record deal was a bigger kick than anything a drug had ever given me. I had all these things to say and I wanted to get them out there into the world. I needed to be strong and focused, so that was it.

A few months ago, I went to see a specialist because I thought I was an alcoholic.

I have a problem with my vices. I’ve kicked the drugs, but every now and then I have to go out and get completely wasted on alcohol. For me it’s all about losing control. I’m such a control freak and it’s very hard for me to lose my inhibitions without something chemical inside me. How do you really have fun if there isn’t a little drink in you? I don’t actually know. I’m trying to find out. I checked into Canyon Ranch in Tucson, Arizona, in the summer and I went to see a therapist, telling him I was an alcoholic. He asked me when I’d had my last drink and I couldn’t remember – it had been a few weeks previously. I then read the AA manual cover to cover and we talked. I realised I wasn’t an alcoholic, just someone who likes to get drunk every now and again. I’m trying to work out if that’s a bad thing.


I was one of the few people cheering Russell Brand at the MTV Awards.

The audience couldn’t believe it when he started making jokes about President Bush. It was just because he’s British. Americans are allowed to slag off their own people, but they don’t like to see anyone else doing it. It’s so hypocritical. I thought he was amazing. I was cheering him. He’s ‘off-programme’ like me and he doesn’t care. It’s like the way my dress fell off on the show. It was all planned; it was meant to happen. MTV knew there was only one person crazy enough, who absolutely wouldn’t care about doing a stunt like that – Pink!

I’m still waiting for a reply to my letter to Prince William.

He wanted me to play at a concert for his 21st birthday, but I wrote back saying I wouldn’t until he explained why he went hunting. It’s a bit rude, isn’t it? I also wrote to the Queen before the Prince’s Trust concert asking why bearskins couldn’t be made of synthetic material. I don’t get that we can’t question people just because of their position in society. I support PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals); I want to make people think about their responsibilities. I don’t care if they have a crown.

Paris Hilton is still bugging me about Stupid Girls (in which Pink pokes fun at Hilton, Lindsay Lohan and Jessica Simpson).

She came up to me in a nightclub a couple of months back and she said, ‘I hope you realise that the person I seem to be in the press is really just an act and the real me is really smart.’ I said, ‘Just get over it. The song was like years ago. Quit bugging me.’ I still take a pop at Jessica Simpson in my new video. That girl hates me. But it’s just that her name happens to be a good rhyme fit for lots of lyrics… and, of course, she’s like, Jesssicaaa Simpson. Those girls are something else. There’s part of me that thinks they’re such losers, but there’s also a part of me that admires how they actually play the game. I’m so bad at playing the Hollywood game. I just hate all that fake stuff.

I never use bodyguards and a woman tried to kidnap me in Times Square.

It was actually very funny. I was just walking around, doing my thing, and this woman came up to me and said, ‘Hey. You’re Pink.’ I just nodded and smiled and then she grabbed me by the arm and said, ‘I’m taking you to my aunt’s house.’ A lot of people have problems with public confrontation, but it doesn’t worry me at all. I can handle myself. I know my martial arts. I looked at her and said, ‘I don’t think so.’ She wouldn’t let go and was trying to drag me towards the subway. There was a little bit of me that was sort of laughing inside thinking, ‘Am I the only person this sort of thing happens to?’ In the end I just shook her firmly and shouted ‘No’ really loud. When she’d gone I thought I should have asked if her aunt made a good spaghetti Bolognese. If she’d said yes, I would have gone.

I’m proud people think I’m gay.

Everyone has always thought I was gay because of the tattoos, the short hair, the attitude. But I don’t care. I love to challenge people’s preconceptions. Loads of my friends are lesbians and it really annoys me that gay people aren’t allowed to get married in most parts of America. I’d go on a march for gay rights any time.

I spoke out against the war in Iraq and my brother, Jason, is in the military.

I support the soldiers. Freedom is something to fight for, but only if that’s what you’re really fighting for. My dad, Jim, is a Vietnam veteran and is my all-time hero. I get more and more like him. He was the one who taught us to question everything. I question the people in power. Bush is an idiot. The sooner he’s gone the better.

I only ever go on holiday on my own.

I love going to places like a Kenyan ranch or any sort of retreat. I’ll go there on my own and do whatever I want – hypnotherapy courses, meditation, basket-weaving, whatever. Sometimes I just head out in a car and turn up somewhere. You do get those moments where you’ll be sitting in a class somewhere and some girl or some guy next to you looks at you, and you know what’s going through their head: ‘Isn’t that girl Pink or someone?’ But I’m not one of those people who can’t deal with talking to real people. Honestly, I actually prefer it. But the best thing about being on my own is reading. I read all the time. I love it. My fantasy would be to be locked into a library. I’d be very, very happy.

When my husband left I walked out of our house, shut the door and moved away.

I couldn’t live there any more. I bought a house on the beach and forced myself to go in the water every day – I’ve always had this total terror of sharks. I had to give myself a big challenge to focus on. Then a few months later I was in a recording studio across town. It was late, I had to be back in the studio early and it was a long drive to the beach. I thought I’d go to my old home, just to sleep. I turned up but I didn’t actually have a key, so I crawled into the house through a dog flap. It felt so weird. Like Miss Haversham’s wedding feast. Of course I didn’t go to sleep. I went straight to the wedding-album photos and looked through them, crying and sobbing. I was there for an hour, then I just jumped up and ran out. Haven’t been back since. You see, I’m not so tough.

The new album ‘Funhouse’ is out on October 27