He stood still, enunciating in front of the mic stand, stoic even through the syncopated, dreamy chorus of “pity party.” There wasn’t a doubt that he’d written every word and that he believed them. No longer a quiet amalgamation of fashion influences, Collins truly became the lead singer of LA pop group lovelytheband. Suddenly he seemed taller, more confident, like the music was filling him up. His voice echoed out in megaphone quality, “I wish that I was out right now / I wish I was a couple shots down.” He took off his beanie and shifted his longish hair from one side of his head to the other, looking nervous - until the fuzz of a backing synth crackled through the amp and the snare drum clattered to life behind him. ![]() His pants were a little too short, revealing a strip of white sock between the hem and his shiny black shoes - a sort of Michael Jackson and John Lennon rolled into one. He pulled his beanie down tighter, peering out at the tightly packed venue through round, orange-tinted glasses. ![]() On Friday, Mitchy Collins stood at the front of the Rickshaw Stop’s small stage and seemed uncomfortable.
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