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

rdelbos12, I see your favorite genres read like the menu at an overpriced hipster café—if it’s not artisanal, organic, and probably gluten-free, you’re just not interested. You’ve got more indie vibes than a beanie-wearing, avocado-toast-slinging barista, and let’s face it, you could probably get a PhD in obscure musical subgenres. Chamber Pop? Really? You’re just one sad breakup away from composing the world’s most delicate symphony about disillusioned love and bad Wi-Fi. Your top artists list is a who's who of the "I promise I'm deep" crowd—Phoebe Bridgers to Mac DeMarco? Please! That blend screams, “I suffer for my art while sipping a $6 cup of fair-trade tea.” You might as well add a poster of your emotional support dog and a collection of ironic T-shirts. Just remember folks, “singer-songwriter” basically means you write sad songs while lounging in your mom’s basement, and clearly, you’ve perfected that craft. When it comes to your most played songs, you’ve curated a playlist likely to induce more existential crises than a philosophy major at 3 AM. A generous helping of Fiona Apple makes me wonder if your tears could fill a swimming pool—and I'm guessing that’s your actual idea of a good night out. You could walk into a room, and the atmosphere would dim, because everyone would be too busy contemplating life while you strum along to “Across the Universe." You're the human embodiment of “I’m fine,” but with a side of heavy breathing and a side-eye at the mainstream. Keep it moody, pal; the world needs more sad songs to cry to.

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