Chantal Kreviazuk has collaborated with Drake. She has written music for artists like Kendrick Lamar and Pitbull. In 2015, alongside her husband, Our Lady Peace’s Raine Maida, she was inducted into the Order of Canada. What she hasn’t done—at least, since 2009—is put out a studio album. That will change on June 17, when Kreviazuk’s Hard Sail is released. Here’s how she answered our questionnaire:
Cottage country Ontario. Because it’s so gentle and private and somehow honest, too. The stars late at night and the sound of the loon’s call are surreal. All one could ever need.
People taking their shoes and socks off on the plane. Like, really?
Coffee. Straight to my veins please.
The Kardashian/Jenner scene... ‘cuz it’s starting to not be a trend.
My partnership with my husband. Together 20 years this year.
Loyal, compassionate, funny as #!*?.
I am extremely confident, but also highly sensitive.
I would live now, because you can speak your truth and human rights and freedoms are at an all time high, believe it or not.
I regret not having my children earlier, so I could have had more. Either more children, or more time with them in this life.
I am completely obsessed with the new Radiohead album. It’s up there for me with the Beatles’ Revolver at this point.
On the perfect date, my husband and I are away for 24 hours together. This ensures a few meals together, some guaranteed romance and some focus on each other’s needs—and, of course, a good night’s sleep. We’re at a solid hotel, and mostly in the room. We would have, on the perfect date, one of our really good laughs together. Integral.
The Prime Minister. That just kinda sounds cool. LOL.
I’d be Selina Meyer (played by Julia Louis Dreyfus on HBO’s Veep.) I am obsessed with Julia, but mostly I just wanna say all of those witty quips and crass one-liners—and then I could cuss like her. It’s utter genius.
Raine will love this: Worcestershire.
Oh, that’s morbid. But Bowie.
I can’t say it here. ‘Cuz it’s the most embarrassing thing I have ever done. Let’s just say I’m innocent, because I had fallen asleep. During a massage. The therapist swore to secrecy.
Yesterday night, while performing my song “Surrounded,” about my friend Samuel, whom we lost to suicide about 23 years ago now.
Oh, that’s easy. Justin Bieber.
Twenty per cent minimum.
I think maybe Carrie-Anne Moss. People always say we look alike, and we are friends. I would trust her.
The Long Way Home, by Barbara Williams.
A large plate of spaghetti carbonara cooked perfectly al dente, and banana chocolate anything, with chocolate sauce please.
Loving wife, bad ass mother of three boys and lover of nature.
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