US – Friday, March 12
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Metro staff reviews the latest CDs, DVDs and books for your reading pleasure.
 
Run this town
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Back in the trenches
Steven Spielberg makes strikingly vivid, breathtakingly poetic movies about some of the most terrifying conflicts in the history of man. The filmmaking aesthetic he pioneered with “Saving Private Ryan” — and continues to perfect in HBO’s new WWII miniseries, “The Pacific” — was born out of a desire to translate as honestly as possible his conversations with veterans on their combat experience.
 
Is nothing in her life real anymore?
When we first read that Heidi Pratt was firing husband Spencer Pratt as her manager, we thought, “Yay! Heidi’s new face is finally doing something right!” But then we found out that although she did fire Spencer, it seems like she’s replacing him with psychic Aiden Chase to take the reigns on her “career” — and then we got scared.
 
Pattinson: A vampire in Brooklyn
Robert Pattinson has been playing Americans so often that he has forgotten how to talk like a Brit. In his latest, “Remember Me,” the “Twilight” heartthrob stars as a soulful young New Yorker attending NYU, but he insists he didn’t need any help sounding like a native. “I’ve never had a dialect coach or anything,” Pattinson says. “Ironically, I’ve only had a dialect coach for this film I’m doing now, which I’m doing in an English accent. I guess I’ve forgotten how to do an English accent.”
 
Updated 22:32, March the 10th, 2009
 
The Muses are also part of an R.E.M. tribute at Carnegie Hall tonight (www.remtribute.com for info).  The Muses are also part of an R.E.M. tribute at Carnegie Hall tonight (www.remtribute.com for info).  
 

Listening to the Muses

Kristin Hersh talks about the angels and demons that informed her career

“[My songs are] my gods and my devils, and it turns out I need them.” Hersh 

 

Kristin Hersh moved her teenaged band, Throwing Muses, to Boston in the mid-1980s not to pursue glitzy urban notoriety, but because they recognized the homegrown solidarity of the city’s music scene.

The Muses and their fellow bands (think Dinosaur Jr. and the Pixies) all wanted to be there, and were all supposed to sound like themselves — not like the money-making fantasies of a corporate business model. Soon, however, Throwing Muses signed with British label 4AD, and were abruptly removed from their enclave.

“We didn’t want the world; we wanted Boston,” Hersh says on the phone from Rhode Island, laughing warmly. “We toured non-stop, signed with Warner Bros. soon after. We were introduced to the ickiness of the American recording industry, where you’re asked to suck, to sound like other people and dumb it down, to dress like a bimbo — to do anything you can to make it easier for them to convince preteens to listen to you.”

Asking Hersh to fall in line with a homogenized standard is like asking Jackson Pollack to paint a Bob Ross landscape. Her oblique songwriting style, which has produced one of the most unique bodies of work of the last 20 years, is the result of “auditory hallucinations.” Songs come to her, transmissions from some unseen source, and she copies them down.

“The day that songs started happening was a scary day,” she says. “I call this my music, and yet it tends to come from somewhere else. They’re my gods and my devils, and it turns out I need them.”

Hersh has regained creative autonomy as an independent musician, releasing solo material and work by her other band, 50 Foot Wave, online via the non-profit organization CASH Music.

She’s come full-circle back to a grassroots, community-based system.

“Though I used to consider myself a scientist working in my lab, I had been altering the results to please the sponsors. Now I do my experiment as honestly as I can and because the results are true, they’re appreciated. That’s all I’ve ever asked for.”

Throwing Muses
Tomorrow, 9 p.m.
Music Hall of Williamsburg
66 N. Sixth St., Brooklyn
$20, 718-486-5400
www.bowerypresents.com