Once upon a time there were 3 lovely little girls who loved to dance, they were called RivLaLi. They loved to dance and wiggle to crazy beats in their magic green shoes. Then, one fearsome night, a monster by the name of Malcolm came along and stole La's green shoes and took them off into the oily, black night. RivLi chased after them but to no avail, the green shoes were gone forever. La sat down on a toad stool and cried for her magic green shoes and RivLi were sad, what would they do now? As La dried her eyes and resigned herself to the fact that the green shoes were gone, a sound came echoing through the trees. It was a sound so beautiful that at first all three girls were frozen in awe. Slowly the sound became many and the girls heard guitars, drums, cellos, didgeridoos, violins, synthesizers, harps, vocals, harmonicas, pianos, mandolins, bagpipes, bass, electric, flutes, lyres, bongos and every magical instrument in the world. RivLi felt their green shoes start to dance and looked over to the toadstool where La was beginning to smile, her foot was tapping in time with a high-hat beat and they all knew then that if they could find the source of these wondrous sounds, even without the green shoes, rhythm would live on. As the beautiful music coming through the trees reached a soaring crescendo, a fairy flew down to them,
'Likin' the music eh girls,' he said.
'Loving the music!' All three little girls said in unison, 'but where does it come from, where can we find the source?' Said Riv urgently.
 'Well,' said the fairy, 'this music comes from all over the world, but I can tell you somewhere where you will find everything that you heard tonight and more.'
'Where, where?' cried Li.
'London baby, London,' grinned the fairy, 'i'll show you the way, but on one condition.'
'Anything, anything!' Said the little girls.
'Well, I have many responsibilities that take up my time in this magical forest of ours, people are constantly trying to chop it down, leave rubbish and pollute the water system which means I can very rarely make it to Londinum, so what I need you to do is report back to me all that you see and all that you hear so that I can share in it with you.'
'Of course,' said the little girls, 'but what is your name?' said La.
'Apollacious Bodacious at your service.'
Off they went to London and the Girls In Green Shoes were born.
We hope you like this little site of ours, AB has finally gone cyber and requested that a site be set up so that he can read our reviews while being an eco-warrior in various places of the world.
Don't feel like this is a girls only site, it isn't. There are GIGS and BIGS (guess what that stands for...) and don't feel that you have to agree with our opinions, there's nothing like a good old fashioned musical debate and so please send your comments freely, we do. Recommendations are also welcome and if by any chance you like what we're doing then make us your My Space friends.
Signed most courteously and respectfully,
The Girls In Green Shoes (and Apollacious Bodacious)
May the rhythm always be with you.
And also with you. |
