THE VIBRATIONS he was feeling were not soca.
The movements he was making were not as a result of calypso.
He was moving to a different beat, albeit, in time. He was moving to the beat of a drill. The exterminator’s drill.
He is The Mighty Grynner. And, when he is not holding up his shirt and wining his waist to a sweet calypso beat, he’s on the job as a termite exterminator.
