Finding the Pan Caliente collection from number 0 to 5, feeling the old paper, those notes that showed an Argentina different from the hegemonic media.
This "discovery" has a dedication: Jorge Pistocchi.
Hey, Jorge, where have you been?
Well, somehow we can find it here...
Pan Caliente was the idea of Jorge Pistocchi, who left Expreso Imaginario due to ideological disagreements (he did not agree that a magazine like Expreso should also be a producer of shows) and founded a magazine called "Zaff, the time magazine that It didn't come in. The editors of Zaff!! envisioned another magazine.
In fact, they published those yellow magazines and another one on golf.
And when John Lennon died they asked him to do an emergency special that was dripping with blood... It wasn't Jorge's job to take advantage of the circumstances and that was the end of Zaff!!
A publisher fisherman, Jorge convinced by example. The important thing was to communicate, to communicate a dream... And that's how a soccer player from the San Telmo Club was like, Julio Balbi who had a printing press and Boris Krygel, who had nothing but good vibes as editors... a lot.
This is how Pan Caliente was born, a total delirium. From its format to its anarchy.
A magazine that hit bottom and held a festival where the main musicians of the time participated. It was called the "Hot Pan Festival to get an idea forward."
But it was not enough.
A gigantic forgery of tickets (it was all very naive and the tickets were so crude that a photocopy was enough to make them real) meant that despite filling the Excursionistas stadium, the funds did not appear.
But unyielding Jorge began a second stage with the editor of "El Porteño". He named? Well, I name him Gabriel Levinas. Levinas, Lanata, who over the years turned to the stark right. "We were all communists when we were young" was a phrase made but true in these cases.
But Jorge remained in his dreams and did not abandon them until his death on September 28, 2015.
Poor as it always was.
the fearsome return that filled a huge space.But how can it be?
We spoke with the distributor who told us: "and well, that's how it is."
Until one day I got off at a kiosk on Panamericana and Ruta I Don't Remember
in the province of Buenos Aires. A depopulated place where they only passed
the cars. And there I saw three Hot Breads. Multiply that by desolate roads.
And in many neighborhoods of the Capital it was sold out on the first day!
The dealer had to give us an explanation...
And with a poker face, he said something that I don't remember, but I do remember his
mischievous eyes saying:
"Fuck you, do you know the Argentina we are living in?...
Every exit from Pan Caliente we found Jorge walking through the kiosks
seeing if the magazine was distributed. And sometimes we were surprised that as soon as it arrived
it ran out.
Our joy was immense until the numbers and the return arrived,
First stage
Click on the cover to see the magazine
Every exit from Pan Caliente we found Jorge walking through the kiosks
seeing if the magazine was distributed. And sometimes we were surprised that as soon as it arrived
it ran out.
Our joy was immense until the numbers and the return arrived,
the fearsome return that filled a huge space.
But how can it be?
We spoke with the distributor who told us: "and well, that's how it is."
Until one day I got off at a kiosk on Panamericana and Ruta I Don't Remember
in the province of Buenos Aires. A depopulated place where they only passed
the cars. And there I saw three Hot Breads. Multiply that by desolate roads.
And in many neighborhoods of the Capital it was sold out on the first day!
The dealer had to give us an explanation...
And with a poker face, he said something that I don't remember, but I do remember his
mischievous eyes saying:
"Fuck you, do you know the Argentina we are living in?...
Every exit from Pan Caliente we found Jorge walking through the kiosks
seeing if the magazine was distributed. And sometimes we were surprised that as soon as it arrived
it ran out.
Second stage
Tired of falling into gray hair, disillusioned with the fact that the Excursionistas collection had been taken by resellers, I decided to leave the country. Resonances of the beginning of the Malvinas war. A people alienated with nationalist fervor.
Ezeiza airport is empty. In front of me someone reads "La Razón" where in catastrophic lyrics it said that we were winning...
The destination was Amsterdam but a stopover in Rio made Vivi and I stay there to wait for the matter to clear up. It was three months when we gave the second section: Amsterdam. Feeling freedom after so much repression… free joint!
Unusual phone calls to Jorge (leaving condensed milk in a bain-marie, looking for a bugged phone and coming back that the can had exploded and the house where we lived with the people from Integral magazine had a sticky dulce de leche roof all over it.
The good news. unyielding Jorge began a second stage with the editor of "El Porteño". He named? Well, I name him Gabriel Levinas. Levinas, Lanata, who over the years turned to the stark right. "We were all communists when we were young" was a phrase made but true in these cases.
Enrique Symms replaced me as Editor in Chief, the cover was no longer in color but it had a much more powerful force than the first stage, but internal tensions began to appear. There were 3 unforgettable numbers that marked the end of Pan Caliente.
