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

Oh Ritz, your Spotify profile reads like a hipster's grocery list gone awry. I mean, "Stomp And Holler"? Really? That sounds less like a genre and more like a desperate attempt to describe your social life. It’s like you gathered every overplayed genre from college dormitories and called it a playlist. You’re basically a one-man indie film festival, except nobody is watching—and for good reason. Your "art pop" obsession makes me wonder if you’re just trying to win the award for Most Likely to Wear a Beanie in Summer. Your top artists read like the lineup for a “Why Am I Still Single” convention. My Chemical Romance? Cool, a throwback to your teenage angst—do you still have that black eyeliner, or is it all just a distant memory of wannabe rebellion? And then there’s Gregory Alan Isakov and Imogen Heap, whose music is so deep it might as well be a mirage. It’s like you decided to add artists whose song titles sound like they need a thesaurus to be explained. Seriously, if you wanted us to cry along with you, maybe add some chamber music and make it a full sob-fest. And let's not even get started on your most played songs. “Come” by Namie Amuro? Sounds like a track from an anime cooking show that didn't make the cut. Your mix of "humongous" and "Companion to Owls" feels like an obscurity contest you’re determined to win—congratulations, you just graduated from the School of Musical Confusion! Honestly, by curating your playlist so painfully quirky, you’re just one bad night away from crafting songs on a ukulele about how the world doesn't understand your genius. Keep it up, and you might start an Instagram account called "Ritz the Unheard Artist"—next stop, oblivion!

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