Some time ago, when they were touring, Stars posted a bulletin on MySpace asking for a fan to bring marijuana to that night's show. Apparently, Torq needs his reefer. And what did the lucky fan get if they brought Stars some weed? A t-shirt. With Stars shirts going for $20 apiece on their website, and a dime bag probably costing around twice as much now, it's an even trade. But that's just it. It's a totally even trade. No free ticket to the show, and now your weed's all gone. That's actually a shit deal.
Today they posted another bulletin:
What? You didn't bring your fucking instruments to a recording session for your new album? Maybe you should take a little break from the bud if you're gonna forget your PA system. At least with this "deal," you actually get on the guestlist. But wait, let's do some math. Let's be very generous and assume Stars perform in Vancouver twice a year. Let's say with service charges, a ticket will run you $35 Canadian. (Hey, paper's more expensive up there or something. You've seen how much books cost.) Let's be even more generous and assume that the 10-year-old Stars (a band whose members all play in other projects) last ten more years.
2 shows x $35 ticket x 10 years = $700
$700 to rent a bass, three amps, two keyboards, and a PA for ten days? Okay, Stars, but Amy's smile better come with a handjob, and the album better be better than the last one. And I want my weed back.