Not Pink: Alecia Moore’s New Music Is With You+Me

The 35-year-old entertainer is just being herself in You+Me, her new acoustic project with Canadian singer-songwriter Dallas Green. The duo released its debut album Tuesday.

“This has nothing to do with Pink,” Moore says, sitting by Green’s side at Santa Monica’s Viceroy Hotel.

“Pink was my nickname as a kid but it’s become this thing that I do. If you say the name Pink, you conjure up a woman hanging from a ceiling in a piece of cloth, screaming about her husband,” she laughs. “This is just me and my friend Dallas. He doesn’t call me Pink.”

Moore and Green say they weren’t even trying to create an album. They were just a couple of old friends having fun and making music.

“The fact that there were no expectations – I think that’s what made it so freeing,” she says. “I felt like I was 8 years old again. I just felt like I was doing it because I loved it.”

The result is “rose ave.,” a collection of nine original, guitar-based duets, along with an outstanding cover of Sade’s “No Ordinary Love.” The spare arrangements on these folksy songs spotlight Green and Moore’s harmonies.

“I think I sing better when I’m singing with him,” she says.

They wrote and recorded the album in a week, which Green attributes to their friendship and overall comfort with each other.

“The reason we wrote so quickly,” he says, “was just because it was so energizing, the experience, I think, for both of us, because it was something different.” Since 2005, Green has written and recorded as City and Colour, releasing four studio albums.

As Pink, Moore says she tends to “write to tour.”

“I’m way more of a touring person now,” she says. “I’m trying to create the best thing I can create so I can do the coolest thing on the stage.”

She and Green would not say if they plan to tour as You+Me.

Though Pink is on a break right now (her “The Truth About Love” tour wrapped earlier this year), Moore promises she’ll be back eventually.

“I see myself in Vegas at 60,” she said, “in a tutu, hanging from the ceiling in a piece of cloth, screaming about my husband.”