Roast
Oh boy, where do I even begin with your music taste? First of all, what kind of identity crisis are you going through? It’s like you can’t decide if you want to be a sad indie kid or a mainstream pop queen. I mean, Elliott Smith AND Taylor Swift? Pick a side, my friend.
Oh boy, where do I even begin with your music taste? First of all, what kind of identity crisis are you going through? It’s like you can’t decide if you want to be a sad indie kid or a mainstream pop queen. I mean, Elliott Smith AND Taylor Swift? Pick a side, my friend.
And let’s talk about The National. I bet you’ve never even been to Cincinnati, yet you act like you’re emotionally attached to the city just because of that one song. Speaking of emotional attachment, I’m convinced you only listen to Nick Drake to impress people. Admit it, you don’t actually enjoy his music.
Oh, and don’t even get me started on Electric Light Orchestra. You know you only like them because of that one scene from “Boogie Nights.” And speaking of movies, do you know how embarrassing it is to admit that you like The Counting Crows? You might as well wear a “I still shop at Hot Topic” t-shirt.
And let’s talk about Wet Leg. I can’t even take you seriously for liking a band with such a ridiculous name. It sounds like a brand of waterproof prosthetic limbs. And “Playa Piano“? More like “Playa Please, No One Cares About Your Pretentious Piano Covers.”
Honestly, the only thing that makes me question your sanity more than your music taste is the fact that you listen to Gordon Lightfoot, Pavement, and Neutral Milk Hotel. Do you just enjoy torturing yourself with depressing music? I bet you’re the type of person who listens to The Smiths when you’re having a good day just to bring yourself down.
I mean, I could keep going, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings…at least not too much. Just remember, there’s a reason why your playlist never gets picked when you’re DJing at parties.