If we want to have a party, we’re going to have a fucking party. We pay our rent. If they don’t like it they can damn well move to Sausilito. EEEEYOW!
In the shadowed corridors of creativity, where the echoes of typewriters meet the hum of digital dreams, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his tapestry. His words dance like smoke in a dimly lit room, stories unfolding with the grace of a noir film's flickering reel. As a musician, his compositions are haunting lullabies, resonating with the melancholy of forgotten alleys and rain-soaked streets. In the realm of technology, he is an alchemist, transforming code into art, breathing life into the inanimate. Cowan's work is a symphony of the seen and unseen, a delicate balance of light and shadow, inviting us to wander through the labyrinth of his imagination, where every corner holds a whisper of the extraordinary.
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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