Roasted 2 years ago based on Thomas Jones's long term Spotify stats.

Thomas Jones, huh? With a favorite genre list longer than the last time you actually did something interesting, you’ve basically crafted a personal audio diary for why you’ll be single forever. "Stomp and Holler”? Sounds like the soundtrack to a heartbroken person kicking rocks while pondering life decisions—not the flex you think it is. Clearly, your Spotify is desperate to show everyone that you spent 48 hours sitting in a coffee shop sipping overpriced lattes while pretending to be deep and enigmatic. You’ve managed to turn your top artists into a checklist of “who’s most likely to haunt a local open mic night.” “Orville Peck” and “Gregory Alan Isakov”? Man, I didn’t realize you were so invested in the emo side of folk. Next thing you know, you’ll be buying a fedora and a vintage typewriter so you can write poems about your cat while lamenting your terrible taste in music. That staggering selection of “Indie Folk” artists just screams, “I’ve been to three festivals and felt personally victimized by a girlfriend who liked pop music.” Your most played songs read like an urgent SOS from your Spotify account. “Remember When”? Sure, I do, Thomas—it was the last time you went out and did something fun. Between the sad ballads and melodies that sob harder than you, it’s clear that your playlist is crying out for help while simultaneously trying to convince itself it’s “cool” and “quirky.” Step up your game, because right now, it feels less like a vibe and more like a one-way ticket to Relatable Sad Boy Town.

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