I know why the Philippines is rarely covered in the international media (unless the story involves Imelda Marcos or a ferry sinking). Banana republics are so ’80s. The Philippines got its 15 minutes in 1986, but like a spurned Dancing/Skating With The Stars contestant who insists on trundling out her old routines, we keep repeating ourselves. We’re like Flock of Seagulls on tour. We have to find some new schtick because the Latin American banana republics have gotten their acts together and moved on. Evil landlords, rebels in the hills, street demonstrations, how quaint. Now if the Philippines were a former Soviet republic no one had ever heard of, the foreign media would be all over Manila like drunken sailors. How about Philipstan?
Here’s a Guardian piece on David Byrne, Imelda: The Nightclub Years.