Roasted 7 months ago based on Andy's long term Spotify stats.

Andy, looking at your Spotify profile is like entering a carnival funhouse—lots of mirrors, nothing but distorted reflections of questionable taste, and the faint smell of regret in the air. I mean, you’ve got more genres in there than a confused hipster at a record store closing sale. "Alternative R&B"? "Hip House"? You sure you're picking music or just throwing darts at a genre list? It's like you created a playlist specifically for people who can't decide if they want to chill or start an identity crisis. Your top artists are an equally baffling selection. I can only assume you’re trying to impress everyone—friends, coworkers, the barista who always forgets your name—by showing that you’re *really* into "mood music." And let's be honest, Remi Wolf and Van Morrison are two names that should never share the same Spotify playlist unless the goal is to confuse everyone within earshot. It’s like someone handed you a time machine and all you did was turn it into a bad karaoke night from every decade at once. And "Slightly Stoopid"? Are you just trying to bring your summer camp experience into adult life? Now, your most played songs read like a desperate playlist for someone having a midlife crisis at a middle school dance. "Boo! Bitch!" set to the same vibe as "Can't Get You Out Of My Head"? Cool, I totally get it—one part "party," two parts "please don’t judge me!" But don’t worry, as interesting as these auditory selections may seem, I have a feeling the only thing you're really rocking out to is the sound of your own anxiety. So keep streaming like no one’s watching, and remember, there’s always room for growth—like that gram of your secret playlist hidden in your closet that you didn’t want us to find.

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!