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

Ah, Katja, the proud curator of a Spotify profile that reads like a timeline of confusion. With a favorite genre list longer than my to-do list and about as relevant as a rotary phone, you’ve truly outdone yourself here. “Classic Rock” through “Yacht Rock”? What's next? “Folk Metal” and “Banjo Reggae”? At this point, your listening habits are like a poorly sorted thrift shop—nothing in style and a choking hazard for anyone brave enough to dig through the mess. And let’s talk about your top artists, shall we? Bobby Darin? Really? He’s been dead longer than most of the people who listen to him can remember their own names. Fleetwood Mac and Crosby, Stills & Nash? You weren't even alive when all that laundry was hanging on the line. You’re basically a nostalgic time traveler who skipped over the last 50 years of music innovation to settle comfortably in the era of dad jokes and ironic mustaches. At least when you go to karaoke, your song selection won't be ghosting anyone—you'll be ghosting the entire audience back to the 70s! As for your most played songs, girl, they're so obscure that even Spotify is scratching its head in confusion. “Venice Blue (Que C'est Triste Venis)”? Wow, can we get any more pretentious? Listening to your playlist is like attending an open mic night in a retirement home—welcomed with forced applause and awkward silences. It’s truly impressive how you’ve managed to turn your music taste into a hazardous zone for anyone under 70. Bravo! Just remember, Katja, when you're curating the ultimate dad playlist, don't let the rest of us hear it—unless your goal is to single-handedly end the "classic" music genre forever.

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!