Welcome to Afropunk

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Words and Photos by Kayla Gutierrez

Attending the AfroPunk Festival was beyond anything I could’ve dreamed. On my way to the venue, I befriended three women at the bus stop, who were also attending the festival. I tagged along with them, and they were very kind to me.

I felt right at home, it felt it was meant for me to come here. I said to myself, “These are my people.” I befriended, and socialized with a few people during the journey to AfroPunk, and during the festival.

Here are the photos I had the privilege of taking at AfroPunk Fest:


The entrance of the festival





The Joyful Trio



The Singer and The Filmmaker





The Bright Star



The Sweet Pact






“What Makes You A Crafty Betch?”



Kettle Brand, Art Hoe Collective, Girl Mob, Loud Speaker, Bitch Craft



Bitch Craft: For Traditional African Tribal Facial Art



Where Artists Come To Roam




AfroPunk Swans

I wasn’t able to get everybody’s names, the names given to these photos were created names by me, names I created due to my interpretation, my social interactions, and observations of the people I snapped pictures of.

The festival was a blast, and unfortunately for me, I wasn’t able to stay longer or go to the festival on the next day. The event was for two days, and I want to go back. I vow to go to AfroPunk annually till the day I die. I met new friends, had a blast, and got to see some great music. I thank, on behalf of Sucker Magazine, the people of Afropunk for this amazing experience and opportunity. 

Father John Misty Loves Me and I Have Proof

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Sucker Magazine’s Exclusive “Highs and Lows” of Day 1 at Governor’s Ball NYC 2016

By Jess Petrylak


Photo by Justin Leonti

Walking onto Randall’s Island on the morning of Friday June 3rd, brought forth an overwhelming sense of comfort and excitement; this would be my home for three days. Here I will experience and share countless of  memories of seeing my favorite artists and bands, with some of my favorite people on the planet. And although cut short due to extreme weather conditions, GovBallNYC 2016 holds some of my most cherished memories of my 21 years of existence.


Photo by Nigel Deakin


We had planned for weeks what we were to bring, how to get there and back, how to survive in heat or rain, which shows we absolutely could not miss. Walking up to the gates that read “Governor’s Ball” in bold, happy letters, we promptly got into line around noon to get our bags checked and wristbands scanned. Scattered amongst the crowd were some of the coolest girls I’ve ever seen, adorned in Strokes shirts and jackets bought directly from the Strokes “Pop-Up Shop” that was open until the last day of GovBall, June 5th. Holy shit, I thought to myself, today the Strokes are playing.

Suddenly, the gates open and I see people begin to frantically rush towards the GovBallNYC Stage, where nonetheless, the Strokes were to play that night at 9:15pm. I smiled for the girls that pummeled past security, I smiled for their excitement and their eagerness, I smiled because they would be barrier for the Strokes.


The London Souls at Gov Ball NYC, Photo by Matt Ebbers


After scanning our super cool and efficient GovBall 2016 wristbands, we marched onto the festival grounds and were greeted by volunteer workers handing out emoji decorated pins, all while wishing us a safe and happy time. We headed directly to the GovBallNYC stage to groove to The London Souls and kick off our GovBall experience. The London Souls, a two man band established in 2008, reinterpret and modernize classic rock music while still holding close to the roots and beloved stylization. With drum beats that re-pattern the beat of your heart and guitar riffs that would make Hendrix proud, there is no denying that The London Souls are the future of classic rock in the 21st century, totally bad-ass and the nicest, most gracious guys. Not a head in the crowd wasn’t bopping along to their structurally sound, seductive anthems.

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Bully at Gov Ball NYC, Photo by Matt Ebbers

Some time had passed, and we had scurried around the festival grounds checking out each stage, merch table and food stand. We decided to take a break after watching Black Pistol Fire and sit under a tree while having some food and beers. We unenthusiastically hear Elle King from across the field, we were not planning on seeing her set, because well, we just aren’t into her. Being subjected to hear her Elle King would have been fine if she sang her own songs, but instead she had only belted out merely a few originals and the rest of her 45 minute set to sing covers.

We quickly ate, checked the line-up schedule and headed over to the Big Apple stage to watch BULLY’s set, which we were all very excited to see. Bully, a grunge punk band formed in Nashville in 2013, has a distinguishable raw and realness, that translates smoothly not only with Alicia Bognanno’s rough vocals, but with their overall attitude. Within their set, after finishing a song, Bognanno exclaimed while smirking, “so the next few songs are covers.” How shady, I love it.

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Father John Misty at Gov Ball NYC, Photo by Jess Petrylak


We stayed at the Big Apple Stage because a few people in our group were interested in seeing Action Bronson, who was the least of my concern. Only a few hours until Father John Misty graces the Big Apple Stage. Once Action Bronson finished his blunt and his set, my friend took me and slingshotted me to barrier, where I was to stay for two hours until J Tillman’s set.  I did not even speak to anyone at barrier, a lot of people were talking amongst themselves, trying to make friends while waiting packed together in the sun. I just stood there, facing forward, occasionally looking back at my boyfriend who was a few people behind me, but mostly staring at the stage, waiting.

Two hours had felt like month, when suddenly the lights went out and band members (that suspiciously all looked like J. Tillman) piled on stage. My heart started racing as J. Tillman sauntered on stage, appropriately bowing and nodding and pointing. This idiot man, this stupid fucking idiot! He looks so good! With a single hit of the drum, I knew they were starting with a classic, and one of my favorite Father John Misty Songs: “Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings.” The entire crowd started dancing, and I almost started crying because how out-of-body this song has always been for me. With tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat I screamed, with the entire crowd the opening lines “Jesus Christ, Girl.” Let me tell you, the song is more magical live, more out of body and more floaty (more floaty? whatever) I was floating, and I wasn’t alone. I could not take my eyes off J. Tillman, his movements and gyrations were hypnotic, it’s as if he had summoned Elvis and was casting a love spell on the entire crowd.

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Father John Misty at Gov Ball NYC, Photo by Jess Petrylak

I just stood in awe most of the time, in awe of him and in my somewhat pathetic fan-girl mentality, but I did not care, not now, it was my time. A few songs in, I notice him looking in my direction while smugly raising his eyebrows. Taken aback I just smile back at him, while he proceeds to smile, point and wink. What the fuck, that was not towards me, was it? I have forgot to make it clear, we have had history, J. Tillman and I. No, not real history, but there are a collection of tweets we have exchanged back and forth between us, mostly involving him being my father, dog gifs and asking him if he would give me some money. Could he have recognized me? Shut the fuck up, Jess. He eases into playing “Nothing Ever Happens at the Goddamn Thirsty Crow,” and when belting out the lyric “why the long face blondie, I’m already taken, sorry,” he swiftly replaces “sorry” with “sort of” and winks at me again. At this point I am well aware I am part of the act, I’m participating in the world of Father John Misty, I am the prop, I am willing to be the prop. And I am sure he swooned many people that day, I am sure many people felt singled out and special, which is what a great performer does.

Nonetheless, mid song J. Tillman hopped down from the 6 foot stage and came directly for me. The weight of the entire crowd was placed on my back and pushed my body tightly to the barrier, but I did not mind. He’s right in front of me. I looked up at my favorite artist, entertainer, musician, person; I could barely see his face in an all consuming wave of arms and hands grabbing, touching, and I touched what I could (a small section of his bare stomach, sorry J.). Father John Misty’s set, by far, was my favorite experience of GovBall, truly unforgettable and left me shaking with happiness and amazement.




A few hours of relaxation, food and drink was necessary and much needed after Father John Misty’s set, not only for me but for my boyfriend and friends. We were all losing steam and needed to rest before the Strokes set later in the day. I truly have never seen a band bring so many passionate people together like the Strokes have, their fans are loyal, aggressive, real. My sister, who was one of the girls that bolted to barrier early in the day, had described being barrier at a Strokes concert as being part of a hysteria. She stated in a discussion we had afterwards, “It’s so intense, you can feel it everywhere, and you can’t breathe because everyone is trying to get as close as possible. You have no room to move or breathe or anything, and towards the second half of the set you’re like, why did I do this to myself? But you have to do it, It’s all part of the experience.” The energy began to feel thick and electric as we approached the time of the Strokes set, it was to be the icing on the cake of my fulfilling day, but the entire cake for so many. Fashionably late as always, the Strokes began their set 15 after their expected time, opening with the humble classic “The Modern Age.” Fuck yeah.

The first half of their set included songs from their newly released EP, as well as many older songs that only the truest of the Strokes fans would know and be able to sing along to. I was surprised to see many people march away from the stage during this time, as if they were expecting only the typical hits such as “Reptilia” or “Someday.” During the middle of the set, Julian Casablancas broke away from his usual dad joke trope to speak about a serious and tragic issue that is currently devastating the Strokes family.

Brett Kilroe, whom Julian had described as “the greatest visual artist who we have ever gotten the chance to work with,” has been creating award-winning design in music, publishing, and branding for over 20 years, and had served as Vice President of RCA Music Group, had unexpectedly passed away. Julian explained that Kilroe had followed them through their entire professional career, creating some of their most iconic visuals, and was a man that he was intimidated of as a young man, but later realized he had the most “wonderful and sweet heart.” “My wife, whom he was very close with, I thought said something awesome about him,” Julian stated, “he knew everyone better than they knew themselves.” Following the heartfelt message, the band dedicated “Electricityscape” to the late Brett Kilroe. The rest of the show was brimming with the classic’s all the basics inevitably ran away from, and the night ended on a really fucking great note. The Strokes are still the coolest band in the world.

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The Strokes at Gov Ball NYC, Photo by Kristen Knight


Photo Contributions: Matt Ebbers,Kristen Knight, Justin Leonti, Nigel Deakin

Quote by: Brianna Petrisko

Thank you to GovBall, my boyfriend for making this all possible, my group for putting everyone’s safety first, everyone that helped me execute this article, and all my friends that attended.

Bring a lot of Beer, and Ration Your Weed

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The Do’s and Don’ts of Music Festivals

By Dylan Conner

Ahh… it’s that time of year. Festival season is upon us. Here at Sucker Magazine, we are definitely into festivals and as an annual festival attendee myself, I believe it’s my duty to give the newbies all the ins and outs of what its really like to survive a multiple-day fest. You don’t even have to be a newbie, but regardless, I have compiled a nice list of things you should and should definitely not do while attending such events.


Make sure and get plenty of rest

We’ll start with the “Do’s”…

  • Plan your group accordingly. Bring people you would definitely enjoy yourself with, and who will be game to keep going when it hits hour 4 of standing at the main stage.
  • Scout out places to pee, and do so whenever you get the chance.
  • Pack just enough food that you think you might eat, chances are you won’t eat half of it but it’s good to be prepared.
  • Bring a lot of beer. Just when you think you have enough beer, grab more.
  • Find a good meeting place in case you lose your group, or you can just safely assume they will end up back at the campsite eventually.
  • Introduce yourselves to the people camping by you! Festival friends are good friends.
  • Camp near the Canadians, they rule.
  • Pack a damn first aid kit, we’re talking the whole nine yards. You’re going to thank me when you have a ton of blisters.
  • Make sure your shoes are comfortable if you want to avoid the issue mentioned before.
  • The Hangover: avoid it by either not drinking a ton, or just go balls to the wall and stay continuously drunk.
  • If you really need to wear that dope body chain, make sure you bring sunscreen to avoid weird tan lines. I mean, bring sunscreen anyways but you know what I mean.
  • Ration. Your. Weed.
  • Plan out who you want to see prior to the actual event.
  • General rule of thumb is to pack like you’re going on a regular camping trip but with music and a lot more people.


Here’s what you absolutely fucking should not do…

  • Don’t try some drug you’ve never done at a festival. If you absolutely must take that tab of acid from the man in the rainbow morph suit, go for it, but make sure you have a babysitter.
  • Don’t be that guy or girl that needs to sit on someone’s shoulders through an entire set. Also don’t make it worse by just being up there to take selfies.
  • If your group doesn’t want to go see a set that you’re dying to catch, ditch ‘em and go see who you paid all that money to see.
  • Don’t pack like you’re going on a plane. Just plan your outfits and bring some backup clothes if the weather changes.
  • Avoid getting so hammered that you tap out before the music even starts and you wake up facedown in the grass, halfway inside your tent with nobody around you.
  • Do. Not. Forget. To. Drink. Water… you’ll pass out and end up like me at Sasquatch 2013 in the medic tent with some drunk dude asking you to flash him your tits.
  • Ladies, the old “hide joints in your tampon wrappers” trick does not work. Just stash shit in your bras, they can’t check you there.
  • Don’t be afraid to take as many photos as you want. Don’t listen to people who give you grief for it, months later you’re going to be glad you did.
  • Oh cool you bought a sick ass Native American headdress? Leave it at home.

Treefort Music Festival Journal

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Photos and words by Macarah Heller

Check out our Treefort Music Festival diary and recap below- and scroll to the end for the full gallery!

Day 1- 3.24



Treefort Music Fest kicked off today in Boise, Idaho. With over ten venues, indie artists are constantly playing music simultaneously throughout downtown. I started off the evening sessions at the Linen Building where Telescopes as Time Machines rocked it. Later, over at the venue Mardi Gras, Porches put on a dreamy show through Aaron Maine’s atmospheric indie rock. Ending the night at the Linen Building, Self-Defense Family had great energy. Their rock music with influences of punk led for a good time.


Day 2- 3.25


Chelsea Wolfe

Indie singer songwriter Adam Joseph Wright played a beautiful solo set at The District coffeehouse early in the evening. I later headed over to Boise’s biggest venue, The Knitting Factory, to catch Chelsea Wolfe’s stop on her tour. After, I headed over to see The Oh Sees at El Korrah Shrine. However, the venue was at max capacity with still one hundred people in line waiting to get in. Being apart of media, I was able to get in backstage and shoot the show side stage. It was definitely one of the crazier shows I’ve been too. The energy was insane. So many moshers, dancers, and crowdsurfers. And a heck of a show. One for the books.


Day 3- 3.26

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Unconditional Arms

Day 3 was a very busy day, all spent at the Watercooler. I dug deeper into the Treefort catalog by venturing through the more intimate venues. Prawn, Weatherbox, Enemies, and Unconditional Arms amazing tour came through for Treefort. Earlier in the day, hardcore band Blackcloud put on an interactive show. Bobby Meader was a segway into the alternative, emo music that rounded out the night with Triple Crown’s Weatherbox and Topshelf’s Enemies and Prawn. However, independent instrumental post-rock band Unconditional Arms performance took the audience on an emotional ride. They were a mix of empire! empire! (i was a lonely estate) and Explosions in the Sky.


Day 4- 3.27

grove street coffee

Day 4 was spent discovering what was taking place at the festival outside of just the music side of Treefort. Grove Street was bustling with food and drink vendors, right outside of Main Stage. I had amazing food all weekend at the food trucks including a spicy avocado gyro and delicious Neckar coffee. Their Guatemalan pour overs were killer. Down the street, Band Dialogue was taking place where over 20 bands played the same piece of music at the same time, in an orchestral manner. The one performance that caught my attention was New Madrid at main stage. Their mellow indie rock made for a light, good feel time , but great music. Later in the night, at the Flicks movie theatre, FilmFort held screenings for independent filmmakers documentary’s in Cuba.


Day 5- 3.28

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Youth Lagoon

The last day of Treefort was spent at Main Stage and the Linen Building. Chanti Darling was the first artist I saw that day, putting on an attention grabbing performance. Boise locals Western Daughter set a high standard for the rest of the night. Youth Lagoon, born out of Boise, played their last U.S. show before a run of shows overseas and

ending this chapter in their music careers. Into It Over It, The World is a Beautiful Place and I am No Longer Afraid to Die, and Pinegrove’s tour on the last night of the festival was amazing. Their energy and passion filled performances made for a great end. Overall, driving over 13 hours from southern California to get to Treefort was totally worth it.

Did you think we were done!!? NOPE! Check out the rest of our Treefort pictures below:

Check out more cool photos on Macarah’s website.

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