- The Washington Times - Monday, July 15, 2002

At the end of Pink's video for "Don't Let Me Get Me," the singer's face morphs into a Rainbow Coalition of faces black, white, brown, male, female, young, semi-young. The message is, "Pink is us, and we are Pink." Fortunately, that prospect isn't nearly as ominous as it used to be.
Along with Ozzy Osbourne's transformation from Creepy Old Rock Star to Campy Sitcom Dad, Pink's pop makeover ranks as one of the most unlikely entertainment comebacks of the year.
She was supposed to be long gone by now, and instead, she's everywhere, commanding you to get the party started or she's leaving without you. Whether you think the woman with the bodacious voice and the difficult childhood is a maverick or loose cannon, you have to love a one-hit wonder who refuses to settle for her allotted piece of the pie.
Two years ago, Pink released "Can't Take Me Home," a collection of radio-ready hip-pop that slipped the singer's razzle-dazzle vocals into a bevy of borrowed settings. With their twitchy beats and wronged-woman edge, only "There You Go" and "You Make Me Sick" had the sharp glimmer of a real thing. Otherwise, the big news about the latest R&B; tough gal was that she was white, and her hair color matched her name.
For the rest of 2000, Pink, formerly Alecia Moore of Doylestown, Pa., followed the pop-tart template to a T. She jittered around the Billboard singles charts. She did some cast-of-thousands radio-station concerts. She opened for 'N Sync. After that, she was supposed to go the way of so many one-named sensations before her. Which as Tiffany, Apollonia and Taco could tell you would be nowhere.
So imagine our collective pop-culture shock when Pink returned late last year with a new album, a new sound and a newly minted respectability.
On "Missundaztood," what Pink lacked in spelling skills she made up for in crossover chutzpah. Swapping her borrowed fly-girl beats for jumpy new-wave ("Get the Party Started"), glossy arena rock ("18 Wheeler") and Black Crowes-style blooze ("Misery"), the 22-year-old singer whipped up her own second wind.
Like an ingenue dating a fading leading man, Pink flattered the heck out of a snoozing corpse, and the resulting union made both parties look better by association. A rock chick at heart, Pink used her swaggering vocals and party-girl spark to give new life to old licks. Her audacious dive into a whole new musical pool gave her a risk-taker's credibility that proved to be invaluable.
Rolling Stone praised her for "expressing herself instead of going through the teen-pop motions." Entertainment Weekly said "Missundaztood" was "a fetching collection of pop confections."
At its crazy, mixed-up best, "Missundaztood" is satisfying mainstream pop. "Don't Let Me Get Me" is a rollicking declaration of dysfunctional independence. The confessional "My Vietnam" and "Family Portrait" capture domestic disturbances from the side of the shell-shocked and wounded. "Get the Party Started" which was written and produced by Linda Perry of 4 Non Blondes fame is the most infallible confetti machine since the B-52's blew the roof off of "Love Shack.
Pink is the opening act for Lenny Kravitz at the Nissan Pavilion tomorrow night.

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