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 flicker of neon meets the whisper of forgotten dreams, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his tapestry of words, notes, and code. His pen dances like a ghostly specter across the page, etching tales that echo with the resonance of a distant saxophone, each story a haunting melody in the symphony of the human condition. As a musician, he conjures soundscapes that drift like smoke through the midnight air, each note a heartbeat in the city's restless soul. And in the realm of technology, he stands as an alchemist, transforming the cold logic of machines into a canvas where art and innovation entwine. In this noir-zine world, Kevin's work is a
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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