Rated R (2000)

"Feel Good Hit of the Summer" The last time I saw a truly great show was Queens of the Stone Age on the last Saturday night of an October, touring on this. I met my friends late, or we all dribbled in. People were wearing masks and costumes. The opening band was OK. Waiting for the headliner, the floor steadily filling as people moved forward and jockeyed for position, I got into an argument with a friend who told me he was going to vote for George W. Bush. I couldn't even begin to imagine. After ten or fifteen minutes of it a mutual friend stepped in and judiciously endorsed Dubya's social security privatization scheme. Back then, Republicans still talked about "privatization" because it still tested well. First guy: Furthermore, Al Gore too socialist. My whole world turned upside down. The millennium -- it was here. Then the Queens came on and opened with "Nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol"; the aroma of baking opened up around us on all sides with hippie-style sharing of wares. The roar emanating stageward pounded as seductive as it was bruising. All you had to do was feel it. Dancing desperately to the beguiling, insistent throb immediately became the order of the night. The joy felt visceral and deep-red, as if one had just survived a disaster, something in the desert. Something that came from the desert.

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