Roasted 1 year ago based on Meredith Meyer's long term Spotify stats.

Oh Meredith, with a playlist so deep it makes the Mariana Trench look like a kiddie pool, you could bet your last Lo-Fi House track that even your Spotify algorithm needs therapy. Seriously, your tastes span more genres than an indecisive hipster at a record store. By the time you get to "Trip Hop," everyone else has already moved on to therapy, but hey, at least you're vibing while we’re all making eye contact with reality. Let’s be honest, the amount of EDM in your list wraps around on itself like a techno pretzel, so we’re left wondering when the main course is going to show up. Your top artists read like the lineup for a music festival that no one’s ever heard of, probably because it’s taking place in a secret underground bunker exclusively for folks who think Disclosure is their Band of the Year. "Who’s Mr. Carmack?" your friends ask, while you desperately try to convince them he’s not just someone you made up to sound cool at parties. And let’s take a moment to appreciate how your favorite tracks could serve as the world’s most elaborate lullaby: “Great Plains”? More like the soundtrack of a suburban nap zone. One listen, and I'm guaranteed to be four cups of coffee down just to feel something again. But it’s hilarious, really. You’re the kind of person who plays “Melodic Techno” at a gathering and wonders why the party isn't jumping off like a house on fire. News flash: It’s not them; it's definitely you. You could create a new genre called “Introverted Funk” for those of us who are ready to dance, but only if there's a strict no-eye-contact rule in place. So, go on, keep spinning those beats, fusing genres like a DJ with too much time and not enough friends. One day, you’ll find the wild side lurking behind those mellow vibes—just remember to invite us once you do!

Roasts are purely for fun and entertainment. They're not meant to be taken seriously. Enjoy the laughs, but remember your music taste is uniquely yours!