When I came across Spacetime Satellites, I instantly thought of how cool it would be if the B52’s jammed with David Byrne. Sounding very much like their lovechild, Rob Davis stopped by MoggBlog HQ to chat all things music.
Introduce yourself (yourselves) and your hidden talent!
Rob Davis is a singer, songwriter, producer and film-maker based in Boston and Provincetown. His writing styles include country, folk blues, pop, show tunes and jazz. He has recorded under the stage names Robert-Jan Davis, Cholesterol Jones, and Spacetime Satellites. Born on a
US army base in Bavaria, he spent his formative years in Boston. My business career, over 35 years, has been in investing capital in real estate distress situations in Europe, the UK, the US and the Caribbean.
What’s your writing process like? Do you write the music or lyrics first?
My songwriting process is midway between mental illness and vomiting.
What’s the best advice you’d give to your younger self?
You’re a singer. Just be a singer.
Tell MoggBlog viewers about your latest release! What’s the inspiration behind that?
Spacetime Satellites’ latest track, “Ocean Boy”, is now available to all wandering souls, on land or beneath the brine. The third release under this moniker from songwriter, producer and film-maker Rob Davis, Ocean Boy is as deliriously unhinged yet as perfectly formed as fans have come to expect. Telling the tale of a “doggy who likes to swim, in the ocean without a fin”, Ocean Boy fights crime disguised as a “mollusc with no eyes.” A brilliant mix of beach party go-go hoe-down frolics and a Saturday morning cartoon theme, Ocean Boy is the best track The B-52s wish they had recorded.
Many who are familiar with Rob Davis’ output as Cholesterol Jones and Robert-Jan Davis may associate his music with barbed alt-folk angst. Spacetime Satellites is a ray of strangely-coloured sunshine. Poppy, danceable and almost impossible not to clap and sing along with, they have the song-writing chops of the B52s and Sparks, interweaving flights of fancy with Farfisa keyboards and surfy guitars from the 1960s. Like Davis’ beguiling animated videos, there is both Day-Glo childish glee and slicks of ghoulish humour which render Spacetime Satellites both completely out of time and yet absolutely what the world needs NOW – if you can’t welcome Ocean Boy into your arms smelling like a wet dog, there really is no hope for Mankind.