St Vincent and the Grenadines sounds like it should be a 70's mixolydian funk band famous for their summer hit "I Love The Sunshine". I imagine St Vincent as being tall and very slim, with slick dance moves and innumerable ladies constantly girating around his hips.
A kind of ruthless charisma, he'd have too, like, you wouldn't really like him if you met him in person, probably due to his enormous ego, but you couldn't help being drawn into his mysterious and aggressive personality, and he'd always make you laugh.
Like many musicians, drugs would have ended an otherwise promising career, and three years after the release of their phonomenally successful self-titled second album, St Vincent was arrested on drug trafficking charges in Chicago.
That krooked smile he had on his face as the police drugged him away, he knew he was guilty. It took three officers to drag him away; he was slim, yes, but deceptively powerful. He'd get off on a misdemeanor charge, but only four days after his release he'd be found dead from a gunshot wound to the head.
The report said that evidence to whether it was self-inflicted or not remained inconclusive. He is survived by his wife Elizabeth and their son George.
In reality, of course, St Vincent and the Grenadines is a country not a funk band. But I think this makes a much more interesting story than the country guide I'm going to write for the next couple of hours.
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