Libbi Rich
Middle-aged punk princess; pop culture hound; geekgirl; liberal activist and general shit-stirrer; reader of nanopunk/cyberpunk/comics/ anything-I-can-get-my-hands-on; wife and mom.
In a few of my many past lives I worked as contributing photojournalist and associate editor of a now defunct magazine, media director for a now defunct advertising agency, street team lead for Bill Graham Presents, and Manager-PromoNinja-resident groupie for a (you guessed it) now defunct band.
Highlights of my life range from getting thrown out of the Mabuhay Gardens during a Dead Kennedy’s-Black Flag show to seeing Wendy O. Williams torch a car on stage at The Longshoreman’s Hall; from seeing Green Day grow from Sweet Children, playing at Gilman with Al Sobrante on drums, to seeing Tre smile at me from behind the stage-side soundboard during the AFI set two weeks ago, at the Phoenix stop of the August 2010 Crash Love-21st Century Breakdown tour; from graduating law school to passing the bar exam; from meeting the partner of my dreams to having his children; from being a Special Education advocating PTA mom to having Henry Rollins tell me, to my face, that it’s ok to be punk after 45.
After taking a 15 year break to raise my kids, I am resurrecting my journalism career, focusing on covering music, comics and geek culture, social issues, and anything else that stokes my passion. Writing is as it always was, digital photography a learning curve.
I hold ancient degrees in Journalism and Creative Writing and a somewhat more recent degree in law, with a specialization in Juvenile Criminal Justice (for the defense; I really am a bleeding heart liberal).
I left my heart in San Francisco, will remain a New Yorker for life, and tolerate my life in suburban Arizona.
