Another Party Gets Started With Pink

摘要

Pink examines her face in the rearview mirror and tries to wipe off a layer or two of the makeup from a recent photo shoot. "God, I look like a drag queen," she says in a sandpaper voice that makes her sound like a waffle-house waitress pulling night shift. "So maybe the rumors are true." The plush carpet of her top-of-the-line Range Rover―which she insists on calling her "track"―is littered with empty Newport packs, the dashboard dusted with ash, the back crammed with boxes of unidentifiable junk. She's sitting here in the driveway of her house in suburban Los Angeles with the engine and air conditioner running, because she's finally agreed to share some of her upcoming album, and the stereo inside the house is "too crap to play anything on."