Scene: 1980-something, a white-faced, stringy-haired teenager sulks in his bedroom listening to “Boys Don’t Cry” and says to himself, “I can do this!” Flash forward to 2005 and, mission accomplished. Enter stellastarr*, gracing the 9:30 Club’s stage last night. It’s not that stellastarr* (yes, the asterisk is part of their name) put on a bad show. They were energetic, deft with their instruments, engaging, and had organized a hell of a light show. It’s not…