'At home in New York, Darryl Jenifer is glancing at a photo of the band he and three friends played in during the late 80s. He looks at the four punks with their Adidas Ewing kicks on, breaking down the profile of each member from left to right: “That’s Tom, acting like he’s scratching his head and got his finger out with this weird look on his face, like ‘get outta here’. Yauch is sitting there with his Bates Motel sweatshirt like ‘fuck, I’m in this rock band.’ Doug is sitting there with his Wayfarer glasses on and his fuckin’ 80s rock ‘n’ roll shirt, baseball cap. And that’s me over there with my Rastaman lil’ sweatpants, tucked in and shit, fixing my dreads.” He laughs. “It was very real, kid.”