Bono's (U2) Bob Marley Induction Speech
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
"I know claiming Bob Marley as Irish might be a little difficult, but bear with me.
Jamaica and Ireland have lots in common... Chris Blackwell, weeds, lots of green
weeds... religion... the philosophy of procrastination (don't put off till tomorrow what
you can put off till the day after), unless of course its freedom.
We are both islands, we are both colonies, we share a common yoke... the struggle
for identity, the struggle for independence. The vulnerable and uncertain future that is
left behind when the jack boot of the Empire has finally retreated... roots... the
getting up, the standing up... and the hard bit, the staying up... in such a struggle, and
often violent struggle, the voice of Bob Marley was a voice of reason; one love, ONE
So when I first heard Bob Marley, I not only felt it, I felt I understood it.
It was 1976; in Dublin we were listening to punk. It was the Clash and Eric Clapton's
cover of "I Shot the Sheriff" that brought him home to us. Bob Marley and the Wailers
had love songs you could admit listening to, songs of hurtâ€¦ hard but healing.
Politics without rhetoric.
Songs of freedom where that word meant something again. New hymns to a dancing
God, redemption songs, a sexy revolution where Jah is Jehovah on a street level, not
over his people. Not just stylin... Jammin! The Lion of Judah down the line of Judah
from Ethiopia, were all began for Rastaman. Were everything beganâ€¦ well maybe.
I spent some time Ethiopia with my wife Ali and everywhere we went, we saw Bob
Marley's face... bonal, wise. Solomon and the Queen of Sheba on every street corner;
there he was dressed to hustle God. "Let my people go", an ancient plea; Prayers
catching fire in Mozambique, Nigeria, Lebanon, Alabama, Detroit, New York, Notting
Hill, Belfast; Doctor King in dreads, a third and first world superstar.
Mental slavery and were imagination begins
He was the new music rocking out of the shanty towns born from calypso and raised
on the chilled out R&B beamed in from New Orleans... lolling lopping rhythms...
telling it like it was, like it is, like it shall be skanking.
Ska, bluebeat, rock steady, reggae dub and now ragga, and all of this from a man who
drove three BMWs! BMW?! Bob Marley and the Wailers!
Rock-and-roll loves its juvenilia, its caricatures, its cartoons, the protest singer, the
gospel singer, the pop star, the sex god, your more mature messiah types. We love the
extremes and we're expected to choose... the mud of the blues or the oxygen of the
gospel, it hellbound on our trail or the band of angels. Marley didn't choose. Marley
didn't walk down the middle, he raced to the edges, embracing all extremes and
creating a oneness. His oneness; One Love.
He wanted everything at the same time and was everything at the same time: prophet,
sole rebel, Rastaman, herbsman, wild man, a natural mystic man, ladies man, island
man, family man, Rita's man, soccer man, showman, shaman, human, JAMAICAN!"