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Anti-Hollywood. Although an enterprising publicity agent has stuck him with the label the Calypso King, Holder would like to forget commercial calypso as soon as his show closes next month after playing Philadelphia and Washington. Sitting last week in his dressing room, cluttered with the paintings he works on between shows, he tapped his shaven skull with nervous, spatulate fingers and speculated about what he would do next. In the fall he will present a concert show on Broadway starring himself and his wife and including no calypso at all. "Dancing," he says in his soft West Indian voice, "is something I have to do." He intends to continue choreography, perhaps attempt to compose to some U.S. jazz music. "But first I will have to knock all the Hollywood and Broadway out of the dancers' heads; in the United States only the pelvis is sexy; that will have to go."