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Cory Couch is no couch potato.  In fact, if his family is indeed “millions of six-legged siblings that hatched from some poor woman’s brain,” as he claims, then he’s not even human (or, at most, he’s some kind of sapien-insect hybrid).  Will the wonders of radioactive growth spurts ever cease?  Considering the supposed post-apocalyptic tenacity of cockroaches though, having relatives of the arthropod persuasion might not be such a heinous thing.  After all, they’re everywhere, whether the average arachnophobe likes it or not (Couch should know, as he’s currently responsible for herding their lifeless corpses--along with dust bunnies and various other MOOP--for JeffCo Schools).  Loneliness will certainly never be an issue.  Then again, loneliness hasn’t really been much of an issue lately for the up and coming DJ, as he’s been an integral part of Sound Pharmacy’s successful Wednesday night Milk Bar residency for nearly a year now.  Just imagine how that translates into “insect years,” which are exponentially larger than dog years.  Regardless, playing to a regular crowd is a far cry from his debut...alone in his old lady’s basement.

“I only had two records and a 12 pack of O' Doul’s that my mom bought and forgot in the laundry room.”  

Neither the rats nor the apparitions were impressed.  Not even his creepy crawly flesh and blood were.  Then again, hearing the same two tracks over and over again could give even a deaf person ear fatigue.  As unglamorous as that maiden set may have been, Couch was confident he possessed the rhythmic sense necessary to one day rock actual bodies, based solely on his ability to visually beat match his car’s blinker with the one in front of him.  Honing his craft on tables from Kazmos to Water World in the years since has allowed Couch, who eventually adopted the fitting alias Random Intent, to find his stride--even hijacking part of Kimball Collin’s crowd, with a little help from tag partner Kaya--at Ryan Dykstra’s 2K6 Festival this past February.  Witnessing San Francisco-based Bassnectar last year at Burning Man was definitely a pivotal moment for the impressionable entertainer.  

“I had no idea what I was getting into that night.  Nothing could prepare me for what lay ahead. So dynamic and fluid were his sounds, I was almost frozen by the sheer size of his sound and energy. The flow and programming were impeccable.  Overwhelming is an understatement. Hands down the most energetic and driving set I have heard to date. “This is the reason I do what I do,” I remember saying to myself.  I wanna move people like THIS. IT LOOKS SO EFFORTLESS. The drive and passion truly comes through in his producing and performances and that’s when you know you’re dealing with a serious mother fucker cause you can hear it, you can see it...sh!+ you can almost taste it.  Fuckin’ amazing soundtrack for the moment.”

Bassnectar wasn’t the only Californian who changed Couch’s life either.  Melody, the kindred spirit he met in the middle of the same desert (Bassnectar’s “Anarchy in the UK” remix was the exact moment’s soundtrack), tied the knot with him at this year’s event.  The Starting Line’s “Bedroom Talk” is their song.  One look at the chorus’s lyrics (“I wanna tear your @$$ up like we just got married”), and it’s easy to understand the connection.  While Couch is migrating westward to be with her, he hopes to continue incorporating more influences like the couple’s tune.  

“My goal is to bring back my old influences such as industrial and metal--anything not electronic and new and shiny in the middle of a set like Queens of the Stone Age, The Killers, Jimmy Eat World, The Deftones or your mother’s last cousin twice removed--for one purpose, to expand the planes of time and space with the ever reverberating luster of that which we all have come to know as..... DOOM!!!”

Everyone and their MILF may be a DJ these days, but as long as Couch intends to smuggle a few tricks up his sleeve and stay random, he figures he’s got a fighting chance.
    

“Any man can pee on the floor, but it takes a superb human to sh!+ on the ceiling.”
  

 Indeed, it does.  Indeed, it does.
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Wednesdays @ The Milk Bar

(Going Away/Official Sendoff November 8th)

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