Rap. It had to be rap. Rap bites. Still, it does have a beat, a certain urgent appeal. Look at them dancing, lost in the rhythms of war.
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the echoes of typewriter keys and the hum of synthesizers intertwine, Kevin M. Cowan crafts his enigmatic tapestry. A writer who dances with the ghosts of noir, he conjures stories that linger like cigarette smoke in a dimly lit bar, each word a whispered secret. As a musician, his melodies drift through the ether, haunting and ethereal, like the distant wail of a saxophone on a rain-soaked street. In the realm of technology, he is an alchemist, weaving code into the fabric of the digital night, where dreams and reality blur. Here, in this chiaroscuro world, Kevin's art is a beacon for those who wander the twilight between what is
Kevin M. Cowan is a writer, technologist, and artist whose work spans novels, AI development, drumming, and filmmaking. From his fiction roots in Nebraska to experimental media projects and cutting-edge AI, Kevin blends storytelling, sound, and code into one creative continuum. Explore his world — one story, rhythm, and idea at a time.
Music. Video. Visuals arts. All composed or curated by Kevin.
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