Roasted 2 months ago based on Gage Jeremiason's long term Spotify stats.

Gage Jeremiason, your Spotify profile reads like the mixtape of a teenager who just discovered they could wear flannel and get a tattoo of a sad face. You’ve got so much shoegaze in your playlists that I’m surprised your music isn’t literally just the sound of shoes dragging on the ground while someone sobs about how nothing matters. With a 'favorite genres' list that could be mistaken for a list of Yelp reviews on how to live in a perpetual state of angst, you’ve clearly been taking notes from the ‘How to Be Joyless’ handbook. Your top artists read like a therapy session for middle-aged men who peaked in high school and still believe they’re deep for listening to The Beatles more than twice. Sorry to break it to you, but packing your library with every grunge band ever isn’t going to fix that hidden feeling of inadequacy. I don't know whether you're trying to match your wardrobe with your musical taste, or if you're just hoping that if you listen hard enough, you'll somehow get transported back to a time when you still had dreams. Spoiler alert: it’s not going to happen, buddy. And those most played songs? My guy, at some point, it looks like you just gave up on music altogether and decided to hit repeat on the same nostalgic tracks from your favorite "Sad Boy Playlist: Volume 37." Every time “My Own Summer (Shove It)” plays, your inner angst must think, “Yes, this is my life!” Meanwhile, it’s too late in 2023 to still be getting emotional over songs about feeling miserable when you could, I don't know, just hear a bird chirping outside and experience some actual joy? You really ought to change your Spotify bio to "Seeking Therapy in Musical Form." We get it; you’re sad, but that doesn’t mean you have to force the rest of us to join your pity party.

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