I can feel the electromagnetic waves pushing their way into my hands as I type this. Reggae singers saying "I and I" instead of just "I." The universe getting ready to collapse again and start over. My body in my Room in my City in my Country in my World in my Universe, waiting for the Reset button to push In and push Out until it Stops. Women singing songs. Like I Like-Too. Bathing in the soup of incinerated plants and animals. Beings from millions years ago.

In order for a band to succeed in Los Angeles, it must have some kind of obvious visual/stylistic theme.

Solo artists have varying definitions of success and so are a slight exception to this rule.