From the Bedfordshire bayou

He got them South West Oxfordshire blues.

Wivelsfield Green
Hurst Wickham
Brook Hill
Alton Priors
Vernham Dean
Hurstbourne Tarrant
Hamstead Marshall
Little Coxwell (a close neighbour of Kingston Bagpuize actually)
and of course Marston Meysey

edit: Hurstbourne Tarrant played with Muddy Waters at Newport of course

Monks Eleigh
Long Melford
Earl Soham
Coltsfoot Green
Little Thurlow

Whitley Bay

Burnham Market
Leighton Buzzard
Old Woodhouse Eaves
Newton Burgoland
Ashby de la Zouch (although strictly he's more a New Orleans jazz dude)

Harmans Water
Hartley Wintney
Stoke Poges
Eversley Cross
Minley Wood
Heckfield Heath
Stratfield Mortimor
Kidmore End

Give it up for two of Cornwall's foinest...

Carn Grey and California Wood.

Bradford Peverell and from Grunty Fen.

we have Blind Budleigh Salterton and The Reverend Ottery St Mary, originators of the Tamar Delta school of slide playing, utilising the necks from scrumpy bottles, of course.

They are perhaps best remembered for their genre-defining songs Them ol' Cream Teas Gonna Be The Death Of Me and Headin' Down The A38 Feelin' Bad, both covered by John Mayall in the late 60s, I think.

Upper, Middle and Lower

Frampton Cotterell

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What about his little brother, Ditton Priors?

Also:
Stanton Harcourt
Cleobury Mortimer
Much Wenlock
Rous Lench
Dufty Coppice
And leaving the best till last:
Wyre Piddle

These people can NEVER be bluesmen.

These are English names, through and through.

These people are all ageing thespians.

"Hurstborne Tarrant! Complete shit. Love him to death. I was with him and Tefford Magna in The Scottish Play at The Garrick in '62. Should've been Shepton Beauchamp playing Banquo, of course, but he'd had the trouble with Hinton StGeorge and Langford Budville over a bill at Langham's. He drinks like a fish, you know. When he and Sampford Peverill used to get together there was no stopping them.."

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Biddulph Moor
Acres Nook
Abbey Hulton
Allimore Green
Barton Turn
Drayton Bassett
Braddocks Hay
Norton le Moors
Pye Green
Talke Pits
Wychnor Bridges

took the crowd by storm on the second morning of the festival, and was asked back to headline the same evening. Pete Townshend pulled the Who from the prime slot after witnessing the morning set; "There's no way we are playing tonight; this music needs to be heard by as many people as possible, so we are stepping aside.". Thrubwell's storming evening set was recorded, and his band were on blistering form, but the following day two unidentified girls from Monterey allegedly snuck into his trailer and stole the tapes. Rumours of a bootleg surfaced a couple of years later, but no-one ever saw a copy. Even today, researchers can be found in small Californian towns rifling through tapes and battered vinyl in the hope that one day, just maybe...

Blubberhouses - straight out of North Yorkshire with his classic 'If You Cry Me A River, I'll Weep You A Sea'

Another North Yorkshire artiste - Osmotherley - is famed for 'All Them Women Gone And Done Me Wrong, Apart From My Smashing Mum Eileen'

...in the brilliant Jazz Club skits...

" On clavinet, Stepney Green and keeping those freaky beats off beat and smooth, on the skins, Theydon Bois...Niiiiiice."

Howlin' Great Staughton from the Cambridgeshire Delta
and
Lonesome Little Staughton, another one from the Bedfordshire Bayou

It *was* great growing up near villages which had my own first name though..they're mine!

Bishop Monkton
Burton Leonard
Hutton Conyers
Hutton Sessay
Little Thirkleby
Wormald Green

Houghton Regis
Houghton Conquest

although these two also sound like the first two parts of a sci-fi trilogy

Lonesome Long Whittenham

There's

Mavis Enderby
Burton Coggles
Carr Colston
Temple Bruer

Hatch Beauchamp
Queen Camel
Hazelbury "Dogbone" Plucknett
Nempnett Thrubwell

from the badlands of Oxfordshire comes the one, the only:

Crowmarsh Gifford

...the late female jazz singer from Lincolnshire, Sibsey Northlands?

Johnson

Blind Fuerstenried West

Where the mighty River Ver meets the River Colne. May I present

Brooky Crimlow
The Amazing Pelham Brothers:
Brent Pelham
Furneaux Pelham (Via New Orleans)
And the fabulous Green Brothers:
Micklefield Green
Sacombe Green

With special guest
Long Marston

Doesnt sound much on its own, but layjennelmen, please give a massive welcome to

"Blind" Badshot Lea.

(Well I like it...)

she solved crimes in here spare time and, being blind, managed to lull her suspects into a false sense of security so they would let something slip.

if that didnt work, she would seduce them with her sublime mississippi blues guitar ...

ITV3, 2pm, weekdays

If that isn't already a Bluesman I'll eat my porch...

According to one of the cricket websites, villages in the West could possibly be Windies players...

Melbury Osmond
Brympton D'Evercy
Haselbury Plucknett
Bradford Abbas
Kingsbury Episcopi
Shepton Montague
Milborne Port (wk)
Chardleigh Green
Charlton Mackrell
Compton Pauncefoot (opening bowler)
Weston Bampfylde
Sutton Mallet

The last one in particular sounds like a truly fearsome fast bowler.

other than the late lamented trumpeter Clay Cross, who settled in the North of the county after serving in the United States airforce in world war 2. More of a folk movement here, the pinacle of which was the "supergroup" Monsal Head, who featured luminaries as
Wardlow Mires
Church Broughton,
Hulland Ward,
Kirk Hallam and of course
Dronfield Woodhouse.
They would have been bigger but founder member Somersal Herbert left and sued the band for rights to the name after he started touring as a duo with the Leicestershire based saxophonist Appleby Parva.

Darras and Newbiggin Hall...they are definitely not identical twins

My mother was born in ROCKCHAPEL which is surely the greatest name for a gospel group

Sherbourne St John
Stratfield Mortimer
Little London
Arborfield Garrison
Dunsden Green

the gravelly tones of Leicestershire's finest, Tur Langton, or his occasional collaborator Burton Overy.

Husband and wife duo Castle and Sible Hedingham taking guitar and vocals, supported on violin by Buckinghamshire's finest fiddler, Marsh Gibbon

There's a village named Little Milton a few miles southeast of Oxford. To find it head west along the A329 from junction 7 of the M40.

Yeavering Bell and Easington Lane. Not to mention the harmonica duo Windy Gyle and Windy Rigg, Beefstand Hill, and the Law Family: Mozie Law, Brownhart Law, Yearning Law, Swineside Law, Cold Law and Hungry Law.

Princes(s) Risborough

Dribbling Bablock Hythe

And these two are inevitably going to be lonesome for obvious reasons:

Wyre Piddle

and Shitterton

just off the A3 in Surrey, where, in the dark of night, Eric Clapton went down to trade his soul for some nifty guitar licks and a nice line of Armani suits.

Monk Fryston
Burton Salmon
Allerton Bywater
Askham Richard
Askham Bryan
Clifton Without
Cherry Burton

Platting

- a close neighbour of 60s folk chanteuse Saffron Walden.

Husbands Bosworth

An unrepentant bigamist, originally from Leicestershire, who proudly boasts that she keeps a man in every county. A fugitive from the law ever since she was featured on an episode of Crimewatch, she prowls the canal ways of England in a barge called The Stubborn Sow. She is the writer of I’ve Got Me 15 Husbands, I’ve Got To Get Me A New Husband, Husband Rag and My Sweet Tender Heart Breaks Like a Child’s China Doll, which has been recently covered by Adele.

Caxton Gibbet
Offord D'Arcy
Papwoth Everard
Staughton Green
Staughton Highway
Barnwell St Andrew

(Bluis Singers or Shakesperian Actors? - either occupation fits)

Tedstone Delamere

Christened Edward, ‘Big’ Ted takes his stage name from a cheap, artificial bulking stone infamous for its use in the construction of the South Witham miners cottages.

“The cottages were sold to the families of miners on a company mortgage,” he says. “What the company didn’t tell their tenants was that the stone had a 20 year lifespan and a tendency to crumble without warning any time after that. In total 25 people were killed. Many families were made homeless and couldn't get their money back.

“I thought it was an appropriate metaphor for the blues, where the world is perpetually falling down around your ears . Plus I always feel as though my performances are on the verge of crumbling.”

After graduating from The University of Leeds with a degree in Sociology, Ted spent the next three years working in the bingo halls before making a move into music.

“I still make a living from Bingo Calling and my Roy Orbison tribute shows, but my real passion lies in the blues. That’s where my heart is.”

Congdon’s Shop

The land-locked, curly-haired scion of Cornish blues emerged from the frigid mists, that cling to the fringes of Bodmin Moor, on a creaking, ramshackle bicycle. Billy Feasey was a grocer’s shop boy who would ride between local villages performing self-penned songs that extolled the virtues of canned goods and the family-run “two room emporium” at which these desirable, long-lasting, store-cupboard delicacies could be purchased at low prices. Never one to miss a trick, his employer Jospeh Congdon (one of seven independent store owners battling for control over a sparsely-populated area that could support two at most) forced him to adopt the moniker of his family business.

The drinking public were apparently unmoved by Congdon’s singing advertorials and took their money elsewhere, possibly to Wilding’s Hardware and Grocery, which exists to this day. When Congdon’s Shop closed in 1961, Billy leapt on an opportunity granted to him by the chance success of a song he had written titled Canned Peas, that had been covered by Anthony Newley. He relocated to London and appears to have enjoyed a sporadic career as a songwriter that began on Tin Pan Alley.

On his barely functioning website (established in 1997, apparently by a computer-savvy grandson, and seemingly abandoned not long after – The visitor counter currently rests on 494) he claims to have written for Lulu and The Smiths’ bass player - Andy Rourke. There used to be a marginalised jpeg of his appearance on the Channel Four afternoon game show Countdown where he was photographed shaking hands with the host - Richard Whitley; unfortunately it doesn’t load anymore. The unexplained Red/Blue flashing link to Bidmouth Porcupine Sanctuary no longer goes anywhere.

Powfoot

In 1987, the music of the Mississippi cotton fields found its contemporary voice in the lanky, 6 foot 8 frame of a gothic bluesman from Windsor, who claimed that he was "channelling the dark cosmic vibes of the Sagittarian delta". Powfoot was, in the words of his creator – John Silvers - “a used condom of an idea, stretched to bursting point by record company hubris and an absolute fuckload of coke.”

Powfoot began life as the title of a song by the Psychobilly band - The Velvet Hounds, of which Silvers was both the lead singer and the drummer-baiting, epileptically-flailing rhythm guitarist.

After The Velvet Hounds disbanded, Silvers adopted the moniker Powfoot and recorded a slowed-down version of the song. During live performances he would wear bandoliers of fire crackers and embed blasting caps into the soles of his shoes, which he would set off during the song’s violent climax by stamping his heel down hard on the stage. Powfoot would usually be performed several times during a set “as a comment on the destructive power of live performance which diminishes the spontaneity of art through repetition, and also because I only had six original songs and a Leadbelly cover.”

Jaymee Wilcox, formerly of The NME, recalls: “You could always work out how many times Powfoot would be played during an evening by counting the spare pairs of shoes that were lined up in front of the mixing desk.”

Sadly Powfoot is not remembered for his music, but for an appearance on a Saturday morning children's TV show called Weekend Go! During a mimed performance, Champion the Spaniel – an irritating hand puppet who communicated in high pitched squeaks – was hit by a stray spark from Silvers' exploding shoes and caught fire. Despite being doused by an extinguisher, the last the TV audience saw of Champion, prior to a hesitant cut to a cartoon, was of his charred, smouldering body lying motionless on the studio floor, while in the background a man wearing a pained expression swore profusely as he waved his hand around in agony.

The Following week Powfoot returned to the show to apologise to Champion. In a toe-curling 7 minute segment, the heavily bandaged canine gives out a series of muffled panicked squeaks and dives behind sofa from behind which his trembling head periodically remerges before hastily ducking down again. While the clearly exasperated host - Sarah Greene - attempts to coax the traumatised puppet out from his hiding place and Wildlife Expert - Terry Nutkins - delivers a serious lecture on keeping dogs and cats away from fireworks, Silvers, clad in dark glasses, sprawls impassively at the far end of the couch.

“They offered me more money to come back on the show the second time so I should have known that something was up,” he recalls.

“I was made to look like a total wanker in front of an hand puppet with third degree burns and a load of kids who all hated me for setting fire to their imaginary dog.”