I had heard of Secret Lives while living in Florida, but never listened to them. When I moved to Asheville (I’d like to think the song title is about the French Broad River) they were already done, but I met all of them and still never listened to them. I dated a girl who was roommates with a member’s ex and she had a live DVD with a couple of Secret Lives songs on it. This was my first exposure to the band’s music, but all I remember about it was “Hey, we played Sector 7G, too!” and “Holy shit, Travis (her ex, the drummer) is tight as fuck live.” I still never listened to them. Eventually a couple of my friends from Miami started a band with Secret Lives’ singer called RBTS WIN. Today might be the first time I’ve ever actually listened to Secret Lives. They must’ve really liked Glassjaw. I’m glad the singer found his own voice in RBTS.