There was a point in the '80s when I looked out at my audience and I saw people that - were I not on the stage - they'd sooner slug me as they walked by me on the sidewalk. And I realized that I was way beyond the choir.

She then walked toward the sidewalk to get a better view of the vehicle and noticed that it had just passed her and was now at the end of the block, making a U-turn (and) once again facing toward her.

They looked into the abyss and saw this whole thing falling apart and realized they needed to get something done over a serious issue. It was a rare moment of government at its best, and it's not clear how long it will last.

All I saw was bodies on the sidewalk and in the bushes.

I think there were early critics who wanted us to change the world because the Sex Pistols failed.

What was fun about it was that I realized I did know what I was doing. I never looked back.