Roasted 2 years ago based on jamie.gibson7's long term Spotify stats.

Jamie, your Spotify profile is a walking, talking indie cliché – like the poster child for “I just learned about music last week.” I see you've meticulously curated your favorite genres to create a playlist that screams, “I ordered a hipster latte and instantly became an expert in emotional turmoil!” Hopebeat? Really? Sounds like a motivational seminar for sad kids whose favorite color is gray. Your top artists read like the soundtrack to a coming-of-age movie that nobody is watching. I mean, Bilmuri? I didn’t even know the human brain could have a wet dream about a name like that. If I had a nickel for every time “LANY” has been used as background music for someone crying over their third breakup with their high school sweetheart, I’d have enough to buy you a better taste in music. And Sabrina Carpenter? If your life was a movie, she’d be the pesky side character who knows just enough about you to make the awkward moments even worse. Your most played songs look like they were chosen at random by a 12-year-old with an emotional support bear and a keyboard. “Like You Do” by Yana? What is this, a list of songs you play to sob uncontrollably into your pillow? If you think “it’s always cloudy in kalamazoo” is deep, I’ve got news for you: the only thing deeper is the hole you’re digging while trying to convince the world you’re not just existing in an eternal state of angst and confusion. Here’s a suggestion: next time you update your profile, try listening to some real music—it might just rescue you from the clutches of your own pasty emo hell.

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