by Gaetano Kazuo Maida

I’d known the late Les Blank pretty much since I moved to Berkeley over 20 years ago.  We’d cross paths at those intersections of food, music and film for which he is justifiably famous for documenting.  He had a keen eye for odd characters and a taste for interesting food and drink, and his films were always a treat.  Somehow you always wanted to know what had been going on between the takes.  Continue reading →