i might just make this a sticky on the forum now...
The Forbidden Fruit
Our new manager, Guy O, as Guy Oseary was known, was far from anxious about digital technology. He was excited by it, suggesting that in the end more people were going to access more music, and in time it would work well for songwriters and singers and players. He also believed artists could surf this technological wave and speak directly with our audiences. That was the plan for the release of Songs of Innocence. Why make fewer CDs for people buying fewer CD players when you could go straight to everyone who has ever bought a U2 album and deliver the new one digitally?
“Free music?” asks Tim Cook, with a look of mild incredulity. “Are you talking about free music?”
Tim is the CEO of Apple, and we’re in his office in Cupertino. Guy, me, Eddy Cue, and Phil Schiller, and we’ve just played the team some of our songs of innocence.
“You want to give this music away free? But the whole point of what we’re trying to do at Apple is to not give away music free. The point is to make sure musicians get paid. We don’t see music as a loss leader.”
“No,” I said, “I don’t think we give it away free. I think you pay us for it, and then you give it away free, as a gift to people. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
Tim Cook raised an eyebrow. “You mean we pay for the album and then just distribute it?”
I said, “Yeah, like when Netflix buys the movie and gives it away to subscribers.”
Tim looks at me as if I’m explaining the alphabet to an English professor. “But we’re not a subscription organization.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Let ours be the first.”
Tim is not convinced.
“There’s something not right about giving your art away for free,” he says. “And this is just to people who like U2?”
“Well,” I replied, “I think we should give it away to everybody. I mean, it’s their choice whether they want to listen to it.”
See what just happened?
You might call it vaunting ambition. Or vaulting. Critics might accuse me of overreach. It is.
If just getting our music to people who like our music was the idea, that was a good idea. But if the idea was getting our music to people who might not have had a remote interest in our music, maybe there might be some pushback. But what’s the worst that could happen? It would be like junk mail. Wouldn’t it? Like taking our bottle of milk and leaving it on the doorstep of every house in the neighborhood.
Not. Quite. True.
On September 9, 2014, we didn’t just put our bottle of milk at the door but in every fridge in every house in town. In some cases we poured it onto the good people’s cornflakes. And some people like to pour their own milk. And others are lactose intolerant.
I take full responsibility. Not Guy O, not Edge, not Adam, not Larry, not Tim Cook, not Eddy Cue. I’d thought if we could just put our music within reach of people, they might choose to reach out toward it. Not quite. As one social media wisecracker put it, “Woke up this morning to find Bono in my kitchen, drinking my coffee, wearing my dressing gown, reading my paper.”
Or, less kind, “The free U2 album is overpriced.”
Mea culpa.
At first I thought this was just an internet squall. We were Santa Claus and we’d knocked a few bricks out as we went down the chimney with our bag of songs. But quite quickly we realized we’d bumped into a serious discussion about the concern people have about the access of Big Tech to our lives. The part of me that will always be punk rock thought this was exactly what The Clash would do. Subversive. But subversive is hard to claim when you’re working with a company that’s about to be the biggest on earth.
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For all the custard pies it brought Apple—who swiftly provided a way to delete the album—Tim Cook never blinked.
“You talked us into an experiment,” he said. “We ran with it. It may not have worked, but we have to experiment because the music business in its present form is not working for everyone.”
If you need any more clues as to why Steve Jobs picked Tim Cook to take on the leadership of Apple, this is one. Probably instinctively conservative, he was ready to try something different to solve a problem. When it went wrong, he was ready to take responsibility. And while he couldn’t fire the person who put the problem on his desk, it would have been all too easy to point the finger at me. On the contrary he continued to trust us, not least by spending over a quarter of a billion of Apple’s dollars supporting (RED), money going directly to the Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis, and Malaria.
We’d stepped into a communications and civil liberties minefield. We’d learned a lesson, but we’d have to be careful where we would tread for some time. It was not just a banana skin. It was a land mine.
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There were other urgencies. A tragedy, two days before we debuted the songs in Vancouver at the opening of the Innocence + Experience Tour. Larry’s father, Larry Mullen Sr., died at the grand age of ninety-two. Larry returned four and a half thousand miles home for a day to bury this most unquantifiable figure in his life. But he was back onstage for the opening night, and as the shows came and went, I felt that the band had more love for the music it made than ever.
And for each other.
Love. That’s a big word to throw around.