Sara, more pensive where her twin is upbeat, squints. The Quins spend a moment in debate: Tegan half-jokes that adopting a dog has destroyed the control she had over her life, the selfishness she relished. To contemplate what it means to be selfish.

It’s allowed for reflection on where they are in their lives, on their individual journeys as women, as queer people, as siblings, as artists. Tegan wears Louis Vuitton slippers Tegan’s own socks.īut this past year or so, they’ve been catching their breath, rooting in ways they otherwise couldn’t have. An impressive body of work spanning over 20 years followed, in a versatile trajectory moving from echoes of their Kurt Cobain–scored upbringing to perfectly crafted synth-pop, with accolades including a Governor General’s Performing Arts Award-one of the highest honours in the country-peppered along the way. They’ve been sprinting a long time, practically since winning the Garage Warz band battle in Calgary, where they grew up, in 1998. The pandemic pressed pause on that, of course, and they say the break hasn’t been unwelcome. Tegan and Sara were to tour following the 2019 release of their memoir, High School, and its companion record-their ninth studio effort- Hey, I’m Just Like You. They give her a thumbs-up she waves back.Ĭhaos, yes. Tegan, in her cabin on Pender Island, is also dealing with household stuff: behind our Zoom call, she’s looking out the window at contractors measuring her property for a fence. She sold her house on the North Shore to relocate to the hum of Vancouver’s core, and instead of Grouse and Seymour’s peaks, she’s now surrounded by mountains of things to unpack.

The morning has been, Tegan and Sara Quin tell me, total chaos.

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