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On the title track of Rob Roper’s first full-length, Misfit, the singer-songwriter spends a good portion of the song singing about what he isn’t. To wit: He’s not a hippie, redneck or vegan. What’s more, he doesn’t have a tattoo, piercings or dreadlocks, and he doesn’t drink Bud Light or Jägermeister. But what Roper is, as Misfit proves, is a guy with some sharp songwriting skills and a knack for penning witty lyrics. On the African-tinged “Me” (which Roper dedicates to people who daydream at their jobs, especially musicians and artists having to work day jobs), he sings about working for the Man and staring at a screen — but, he stresses, “This ain’t me.” On the album’s lively opener, “Falling Into Heaven,” Roper and his group summon Bob Dylan, then tone it down on the heartbreaking “You Could Have Had Me.”
