Stars started when Toronto started.
Everything was still a novelty. Things like going to my big brother’s band practice brought me closer to what I was looking for. My biggest problems were sex and death. Torquil (Campbell) and Amy (Millan) knew that and, better, knew how to say it. I would wonder what a man was thinking when he would invite me to stay, then skip work to meet my friends at breakfast the next day (brunch hadn’t happened yet), and then wouldn’t call. Call! I couldn’t follow his Instatweets to know… I listened to Stars to understand. My ex-lover was dead.
It’s now, and at the Stars show I meet a person born in the 90’s just as excited as I am. I’ve become what I was looking for I guess, but I still feel the same when Stars explain sex and death. What I wanted to be closer to then is what I am now, and it’s hard not to wonder if Stars are feeling the same when they hear an auditorium sing their lyrics back to them. We’ve both grown up, but the same things matter, and the same songs still make us dance.