Bono's
speech:
"Bruce is a very unusual rock star, isn't he? He hasn't done the things most rock stars do. He got rich and
famous, but never embarrassed himself with all that success, did he?
No drug busts, no blood changes in Switzerland. Even more remarkable,
no golfing! No bad hair period, even in the '80s. No wearing of
dresses in videos. But there were these fingerless gloves in the
'80s. No embarrassing movie roles, no pet snakes, no
monkeys. No exhibitions of his own paintings. No public brawling or
setting himself on fire on the weekends. Rock stars are supposed to make soap operas
of their lives, aren't they? If they don't kill themselves first.
Well, you can't be a big legend and not be dysfunctional. It's not
allowed. You should at least have lost your looks. Everyone else
has. Have you seen him? It's like Madame Tussaud's back there. Then
there's Bruce Springsteen. Handsome, handsome mother with those brooding brown
eyes, eyes that could see through America. And a catastrophe of
great songs, if you were another songwriter. Bruce has played every
bar in the USA, and every stadium. Credibility - you couldn't have
more, unless you were dead. But Bruce Springsteen, you always knew,
was not gonna die stupid. He didn't buy the mythology that screwed
so many people. Instead he created an alternate mythology, one
where ordinary lives became extraordinary and heroic. Bruce
Springsteen, feels familiar to us. But it's not an easy
familiarity, is it? Even his band seems to stand taller when he
walks in the room. It's complex. He's America's writer, and critic.
It's like in 'Badlands', he's Martin Sheen and Terrence Mallick. To
be so accessable and so private... But then again, he is an
Irish-Italian, with a Jewish-sounding name. What more do you want?
Add one big African sax player, and no one in this room is gonna
fuck with you! No!
In 1974, I was 14. Even I knew the '60s were over. It
was the era of soft-rock and fusion. The Beatles were gone. Elvis
was in Vegas. What was goin' on? Nothin' was goin' on. Bruce
Springsteen was comin' on, saving music from the phonies, saving
lyrics from the folkies, saving black leather jackets from the Fonz... (sings)
"Now the greasers, they tramp the streets and get busted for
sleeping on the beaches all night and them boys in their high heels,
oh Sandy, their skins are so white. Oh Sandy love me tonight and I
promise I'll love you forever."
In
Dublin, Ireland, I knew what he was talking about. Here was a dude
who carried himself like Brando, Dylan and Elvis. If John
Steinbeck could sing, if Van Morrison could ride a
Harley-Davidson... But, it was something new, too. He was the first whiff
of Scorsese, the fist hint of Patti Smith, Elvis Costello and The
Clash. He was the end of long hair, brown rice and bell bottoms. It
was the end of the 20-minute drum solo. It was good night,
Haight-Ashbury, hello Asbury Park. Well, America was staggering when
Springsteen appeared. The president just resigned in disgrace, the
U.S. had lost its first war. There was going to be no more oil in
the ground. The days are cruising and big cars were supposed to be
over. But Bruce Springsteen's vision was bigger than a Honda, it was
bigger than a Subaru. Bruce made you believe that dreams were still
out there, but after loss and defeat, they had to be braver, not
just bigger. He was singing "Now you're scared and you're
thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore" because it
took good guts to be romantic now. Knowing you could lose didn't
mean you still didn't take the ride. In fact, it made taking the
ride all the more important. Here was a new vision and a new
community. More than a community, because every great rock group is
kind of like starting a religion and Bruce surrounded himself with
fellow believers. The E Street - it wasn't just a great rock group,
or a street gang. It was a brotherhood. Zealots like Steve Van Zandt,
the bishop Clarence Clemons, the holy Roy Bittan, crusaders
Danny Federici, Max Weinberg, Garry Tallent and later Nils Lofgren.
And Jon Landau, Jon Landau, Jon Landau. What do you call a man who
makes his best friend his manager, his producer, his confessor? You
call him the Boss. And Springsteen didn't just marry a gorgeous
red-headed woman from the Jersey Shore. She could sing, she could
write and she could tell the Boss off. And that's Patti right there.
For me and the rest of
the U2-ers, it wasn't just the way he described the world. It was
the way he negotiated it. It was a map, a book of instructions on
how to be in the business but not of it. Generous is a word you
could use to describe the way he treated us. Decency is another. But
these words can box you in. I rememeber when Bruce was headlining
Amnesty Internationals tour for prisoners of conscience, I remember
thinking "Wow, if ever there was a prisoner of conscience, it's
Bruce Springsteen." Integrity can be a yoke, a pain in the ass when
your songs are taking you to a part of town where people don't
expect to see you. At some point I remember riding in an elevator
with gentleman Bruce, where he just stared straight ahead of himself
and completely ignored me. I was crushed. Only when he walked into
the doors as they were opening, did I realize the impossible was
happening. My God, Bruce Springsteen, the Buddha of my youth is
plastered! Drunk as a skunk! ... I had to go back to the book of
instructions, scratch the bit out about how you held yourself in
public. By the way, that was a great relief. Something was gone,
though. As a fan I could see that my hero was beginning to rebel
against his own public image. Things got even more interesting on
"Tunnel of Love" when he started to deface it. A
remarkable bunch of tunes, where our leader starts having a go at
himself and hypocrisy of his own heart, before anyone else could.
But the tabloids could never break news on Bruce Springsteen.
Because his fans... he had already told us everything in the songs.
We knew he was spinning. We could feel him free-falling. But it
wasn't in chaos or entropy. It was in love. We call him the Boss.
Well that's a bunch of crap. He's not the boss. He works for us.
More than a boss, he's the owner, because more than anyone else,
Bruce Springsteen owns America's heart!"

Bono making the speech of Bruce's Hall of Fame introduction.
Bruce's
speech:
Remember, you always want an Irishman to give your induction speech...
I knew I always liked you, Bono. You were scaring me a little bit
there. I wasn't that good. But I like the part about my good looks.
Anyway, let me warn you. The records took two years, the shows
three hours, so the speech may take a little while. But I stood on
this stage and I inducted Roy Orbison, Creedence Clearwater Revival,
Bob Dylan, an artist whose music was a critical part of my own life.
And tonight I hope that my music is for my audience the same. If I
suceeded in doin' that that's been with the help of many, many
experience along the way.
I'd
like to thank my mother Adele, for that slusty Christmas Eve. For
that Christmas Eve and night like the one outside, when we stood
outside the music store and I pointed to that Sunburst guitar and
she had that 60 bucks and I said "I need that one, Ma".
She got me... she got me what I needed, and she protected me and
provided for me on a thousand other days and nights. So, as
importantly, she gave me a sense of work as something that was
joyous and that filled you with pride and self-regard, and that
commited you to your world. Thanks Mom. This is yours tonight. Take
it home as a small return on the investment you made in your son,
Momma. The Italian side of the family, Momma.
Now
my dad, he passed away this year, but I've gotta thank him because...
what would I conceivably have written about without him? I mean, you
can imagine that if everything had gone great between us, we would
have had disaster. I would have written just happy songs. And I
tried it in the early 90s and it didn't work, the public didn't like
it. He never said much about my music, except that his favorite
songs were the ones about him. And that was enough, you know? Anyway,
I put on his work clothes and I went to work. It was the way
that I honoured him. My parents experiences forged my own. They
shaped my politics and they alerted me to what is at stake when
you're born in the USA. I miss you Dad.
A
lot of other people. Marion and Tex Vinyard. They took me under
their wing when I was 15. They opened up their home to a bunch of
Rock 'n' Roll misfits and let us make a lot of noise and practice
all night long. Thanks Marion.
Carl
"Tinker" West, another one of my early managers, whose
support I couldn't done without. He
introduced me to Mike Appel and Mike kicked the doors down, when
they needed kicking. And I consider him my friend. I want to say...
Mike, thanks for everything - mostly everything - and thanks for
beeing my guest here tonight. I'm glad you're here with me. Mike
introduced me to the world of Columbia records, which has been my
home for the last 25 years, from the early days with John Hammond and Clive Davis to the
high-rollin' times of Walter Yetnikoff and Al Teller, to the
present with my friends Tommy Mottola and Danny Ienner. They created
a conduit for lifetime of thoughts and ideas, a place where I was. I
felt safe and supported and encouraged to do my best and truest work. I've heard enough record company horror stories right
from this stage to realize, to appreciate the fact that I don't have
one. And
for that I've gotta thank all the men and women at Columbia Records
around the world, past and present. Thank you very much for your
efforts.
I've gotta thank my co-producer Chuck Plotkin and engineer
Toby Scott for their sustained contributions to my recorded work.
They remained in their saddles as often years went by, wondering if
we'd ever get the music out or if they'd ever get a royalty check. They
kept their cool and their creativity - of course they're basket
cases now - but we remain friends and great working partners. And no
mention of my records would be complete without Bob Clearmountain, a
great mixer who helped me bring my music to a larger audience. I want
to thank my tour director, George Travis and the great crews he's
assembled on the road over the years. Thank you George. I want to
thank my agents, Barry Bell and Frank Barsalona for a great job. All
right - Thank you!
Now
the lawyers... gotta thank them. Peter Parcher and Steve Hayes. They
protected me and my music for 22 years. I appreciate it. This next
one's a little tough. Allen Grubman and Artie Indursky, names
familiar to many in this room. They're the money men. How can I put
this? These are great and complicated and misunderstood Americans.
They're men that are entrusted with a very, very important task. For
the folks that don't know, the money man goes to the record company
and he's in charge of bringing back the pink Cadillac. Well, when
Allen and Artie go, they bring back the pink Cadillac... and the
blue Cadillac... and the red Cadillac... and the yellow Cadillac...
and the pink Cadillac with the white walls, but then they take the
blue Cadillac and they take the hubcaps off the yellow Cadillac -
but still leave you with a few Cadillacs. And they make sure
that neither you, nor themselves of course, are gonna be broken when
you're riding in the black Cadillac. So, they do that well.
I've
gotta thank Barbara Carr for her love and loyalty and dedication.
Couldn't get along with you Barb. My friend Dave Marsh. Thank you so
much. And oh, the next guy. Yeah! This is Jon Landau, or as I
sometimes call him Jon "Thank God I'm a Country Boy"
Landau . I've seen the future of Rock 'n' Roll management and it's
name is Jon Landau. I had to return to the favor there. But that
was... that quote was managing, it was a mite berdensome for me. But
as he often said... "That's your job". But Jon's given me
something beyond friendship and beyond guidance: his intelligence,
his sense of the truth, his recognition of my intelligence. His
creative ability as a producer and editor, his speachwriter earlier
this evening. His ability to see through to the heart of matters,
both professional and personal and the love he's given me has
altered my life forever. What I hope to give to my fans with my
music, a greater sense of themselves and a greater freedom. He with
his talents and his abilities has done that for me. There's no thank
you tonight, that's gonna do the job and it's dept that I can't
repay and one I treasure always. Thank you Jon. I love you. I also
want to thank Barbara Landau and Kate and Charlie for sharing Jon
with me over the years. I know it hasn't been easy.
Now
last but not least, the men and women - the mighty men and women of
the E Street Band. Oh Lord... oh Lord, who I have reeducated and
rededicated, reanimated, resuscitated and reinvigorated with the
power, the magic, the mystery, the ministry of Rock 'n' Roll. Vini
Lopez, Boom Carter, early drummers of the band. David Sancious...
Nils
Lofgren, the most overqualified second guitarist in show business.
He plays ten times better than me and he still wanders over to hear
my solos when I play. I guess, he's checking to see if I'm getting
any better.
Danny
Federici, the most instinctive and natural musician I ever met and
the only member of the band who can reduce me to a shouting mess. I
love you Danny. Your organ and accordion playing brought the
boardwalks of Central and South Jersey alive in my music. Thank you.
Garry
Tallent, Southern man, my lovely friend, great bass player, Rock 'n' Roll
aficionado whose quiet and dignity graced my band and my life. Thank
you Garry.
Roy
Bittan... Roy's playing formed the signature sound of some of my
greatest records. He can play anything. He's always there for me.
His emotional generosity and his deep personal support mean a great,
great deal to me. Thank you Roy.
Max
Weinberg... Mighty Max, star of the Conan O'Brien Show. Conan ain't
too bad either. Max found a place where Bernard Purdie, Buddy Rich
and Keith Moon intersected and he made it his own. I ask and he
delivers for me night after night. Thank you Max.
Stevie
Van Zandt. For those of you, who have seen "The Sopranos"
and are worried that that's what Steve is like... that's what he's
like. He's a lifetime Rock 'n' Roll friendship. We did it all, you know. Great
songwriter, producer, great guitarist. We haven't played together in
15 years and if it's up to me, that won't ever happen again. I love
you Steve.
Patti
Scialfa. She busted the boys' club, big time. Oh... It went like
this "Okay fellas, there's gonna be a woman in the band. We
need someone to sing all the high parts. How complicated can it get?"
Well, a nice paparazzi photo of me in my Jockey shorts on a balcony
in Rome.
10 of the best years of my life. Evan, Jessie and Sam, three
children genealogically linked to the E Street Band tell the rest of
the story. Everybody, everybody wants to know how I feel about the
band. Hell, I married one of them. Thank you baby. You hit all the
high notes. You're tougher than the rest.
Oh...
now, last but not least... Clarence Clemons. That's right. You want
to be like him but you can't, you know. The night I met Clarence, he
got up on stage and a sound came out of his horn that seemed to
rattle the glasses behind the bar and threatened to blow out the
back wall. The door literally blew off the club in a storm that
night and I knew I'd found my sax player. But there was something
else. Something... something happened when we stood side by side.
Some... some... some energy, some unspoken story. For 15 years
Clarence has been a source of myth and light and enormous strength
for me on stage. He has filled my heart so many nights, so many
nights. And I love
it when he wraps me in those arms at the end of the night. That
night we first stood together, I looked over to Clarence and it
looked like his head reached into the clouds. And I felt like a mere
mortal scurrying upon the earth, you know. But he always lifted me
up. Way, way, way up. Together we told a story of the possibilities
of friendship, a story older than the ones I was writing and a story
that I could never have told without him at my side. I want to thank you,
Big Man, and I love you so much.
So,
as Stevie Van Zandt says: "Rock 'n' Roll is a band thing".
And that includes you, the audience. Thank you for giving me access
and entrance in your lifes and I hope that I've been a good
companion. But right now, my wife, my great friends, my great
collaborators, my great band. Your presence tonight honors me and I
wouldn't be standing up here tonight without you and I can't stand
up here tonight without you. Please join me. Oh, Johnny, you too.

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Bruce
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Clarence,
Bruce and Steve at the HoF-Introduction
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