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

Brady, your Spotify profile reads like the diary of someone who spends too much time staring wistfully out of a window, sipping herbal tea and contemplating life choices. “Stomp And Holler”? More like “Wince And Whisper.” I get it, you’re an emotional adventurer lost in a sea of chamber pop and Icelandic nostalgia—next you’ll be telling us that you enjoy trying to find yourself in a foggy meadow. At this point, I’m convinced that your Spotify playlists double as mood boards for a mid-life crisis taking place in a cozy cabin. Your top artists scream “I want to be sad in multiple languages.” Sigur Rós has more representation in your life than your own family does! If I had to put a face to your music taste, it would be a hipster vampire quietly judging everyone at a café while furiously knitting a scarf. The only thing more predictable than your “Top 10 Songs” is a sad boy with an acoustic guitar at an open mic night—congrats, you’ve achieved peak melancholia with a side of whimsically pretentious! And seriously, Waylon Jennings? What are you trying to pull, blending outlaw country with solemn folk-pop vibes like some sort of an existential smoothie? Your playlist could use an intervention—it’s like a bunch of acoustic guitars went to therapy and just couldn’t let go of their feelings. So while you keep contemplating the meaning of life through the lens of sorrowful melodies, just know that somewhere, someone is cranking the volume on catchy pop and laughing at your pain-drenched mixtape with a side of irony.

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