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Apr 22, 2025

🎻 "Liberate the Music!" — Why Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Believes Musical Education Belongs to Everyone

 

🎻 "Liberate the Music!" — Why Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Believes Musical Education Belongs to Everyone

In an age where knowledge has never been more accessible, it is profoundly frustrating—no, infuriating—to see music education gatekept behind paywalls, locked into PDFs sold for profit, or tucked away in overpriced subscription platforms. Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, founder of the Sarnia de la Maré Academy of Arts, calls for the liberation of traditional music knowledge. And she’s not whispering.

“Technique is not a luxury,” she says. “It’s a right.”

The Theft of What Was Already Ours

So much of what young musicians need to grow—scales, traditional songs, folk repertoire, foundational exercises—is in the public domain. These pieces of music, some handed down through generations, others printed in 19th-century primers now gathering dust in libraries, were once freely shared among communities. They weren’t products. They were part of the commons.

And yet, in today’s digital landscape, we see this same material repackaged, monetized, and sold back to the very communities it came from. PDFs of public domain songs marked up to £9.99, YouTube tutorials kept behind paywalls, or “exclusive” access to scales that have been taught in every violin lesson since the days of Leopold Mozart.

“It’s not just about money,” says Sarnia. “It’s about access. If a young musician is inspired by a tune on the radio or a folk melody they heard at a festival, they should be able to find the dots, the technique, the cultural context—without entering their credit card number.”

Commodifying Culture Is Not Innovation

There’s a dangerous trend in music tech and edutainment where culture is sliced into chunks, branded, and sold as though it were newly invented. This repackaging of old knowledge as "premium content" undermines the very spirit of music education. It forgets that music was always taught around fires, in family homes, at community gatherings—places where money didn’t determine whether you got to play.

When we fence off musical knowledge, we not only exclude—but we homogenize. Creativity shrinks when access is controlled.

A Call for Radical Openness

Sarnia’s Academy champions a different philosophy. One that respects the lineage of musical tradition by keeping its doors wide open. Free tutorials. Open-source sheet music. Multimedia lessons based on collaboration and creativity, not extraction and exclusivity.

She believes that the joy of discovering a traditional Scottish fiddle reel, a 17th-century cello etude, or a basic exercise for left-hand agility should never be stifled by capitalism. These are not products. They’re pathways—towards confidence, mastery, and joy.

“Music saved my life more than once,” Sarnia says. “I won’t stand by while someone turns it into a commodity for the few.”

What Needs to Happen Now

  • Public Music Libraries Online – A free, searchable, beautifully presented digital archive of traditional songs, public domain pieces, and technical exercises for all major instruments.

  • Creative Commons Scores & Media – Encourage musicians and educators to license new work under Creative Commons to keep knowledge flowing.

  • Community Contribution Platforms – Like open-source software, let musicians worldwide contribute and improve educational resources together.

Join the Movement

If you believe that music is a human right, not a luxury—if you want to see young people inspired, empowered, and playing without limits—share this message. Link to free resources. Offer your own. Teach generously.

Let’s return music to the people it belongs to: everyone.


✍️ Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Musician. Educator. Agitator. Founder of the Sarnia de la Maré Academy of Arts

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Apr 20, 2025

The Market, a Story of Love by Sarnia de la Maré



Mabel had always known she was odd and so had everyone else. She was born with eyes that wandered in different directions and this seemingly small detail on her face had only made her seem even weirder than she was. It alienated her from school friends and added to her overall peculiarity. Furthermore, when she had matured she had grown buxom and had developed a small downy shadow above her top lip.



fruit market stalls exterior



Then there was the issue with communications or rather her lack of them. Her parents, keen to get Mable to fit in, had sent her to various therapists and life coaches in an attempt to increase her friendship ring. Alas, the friendships remained around level zero. At best people did not like her, thinking her rude, and at worst they were petrified. Sometimes, people crossed the road when they saw her clomping down the street in her 6-inch steel-toed boots with her black hair structured high above her like a pair of bird’s wings. The piercings and tattoos added to the overall effect of being just kooky. Mabel liked weird dissonant music, wore bizarre clothes, played satanic ritualistic games, and had been expressing a high level of sexual deviancy since an inappropriately young age. Her mother was forever finding effigies under her bed and the rat skins were the final straw. Mabel had had to move out. But Mable wanted love. It was time to find the one, a one just like her, who would eventually help her make another one just like them. Mable had overheard a conversation between two yummy mummies in the library. Their children, all snotty and hipster white, with those clothes that look like rags but cost a packet, played in the soft play area sharing the germs of the town. Mable thought about plague.


‘Where did you meet your husband?’ asked the one in the linen trousers. ‘At the market, answered the one in the yellow bandana, smugly ‘It was love at first sight.’


Love at first sight was something that excited Mable greatly. Mostly because it would, by definition, avoid the chance of anyone having second thoughts.


The market was abuzz with the activity of buyers and sellers exchanging requests, ideas, deals, and greetings. Mable was not sure how to interact amidst such diverse people as communication had always been difficult and strained. However, she had researched all week in the run-up to market day, how to engage and impress people. She had also swotted up on jargon and definitions of things that may be sold on market stalls. She was prepped and ready for love.


First was the fishmonger stall. Apart from the obvious smells, which may or may not be conducive to love, depending on viewpoint, Mable was unsure if the fish stall would be an inspiring venue to catapult feelings of lust. There was ice though, and Mable liked ice very much indeed. She edged her way towards the counter, pressing her black leather coat hard against it. She spotted a suitable target, tall with that slightly vacant look some young men wear so well. The only props were fish; and one, a large rainbow trout, with its white eyes still intact and staring at her, seemed to egg her on.


It was mouthing ‘go on’ with its pouty lips.


She coughed and stroked the cold wet fish scales making eyes at a young man on her right buying prawns. Then she took her fishy cold finger and licked it with the tip of her tongue from bottom to top whilst staring intently at her victim, both her eyes looking in opposite directions.


‘Fucking freak,’ he shouted, barging past her and mumbling various other expletives as he made good his escape. He didn’t look back.


Not one for ever giving up, Mable made her way to the household stall. With her finger still smelling of the trout she remained hopeful and deduced, as it was a place of domesticity and homewares, it represented family, home and stability. Hoovers, kettles, bed linen, the type of things people gave at weddings. Items filled with hope that couplings would last, that life would be shared, that there was future.


‘Come on, who wants one o these then?’ Shouted a rotund man with a working-class demeanor and a cockney lilt. ‘You won’ get this any cheaper anywhere else my darlins’ he continued.


Mable found herself amidst a small crowd of women all rummaging through their purses for the tenners. The only man at the stall was the fat cockney. He was really not Mabel’s type and, in the panic, Mable bought a pink toaster of Chinese origin. She put it in her black back and hoped no one saw. The next stall was the vegetable stall. It was a veritable party of colour and texture with every possible variation of phallus imaginable. Mabel's heart skipped a beat. There was a cluster of men of varying heights and widths but one in black drew her attention between the courgettes and the aubergines. It was the most perfect scenario for flirting Mable could have hoped for.


She brushed past the man and grasped a courgette with one hand and aubergine in the other, shouting, 'Which one would you recommend?' The man turned to look at Mabel, but it was not a man, but rather a lady of manly style. The woman raised an eyebrow and licked her lips, remarking, with a Mae West intonation, ‘Well baby, depends on how much you can take.’


Mabel dropped the vegetables and hurriedly removed herself from the sniggering group of customers.


By now Mabel was beginning to lose hope. There was one stall left before she would just give up this silly experiment. It was a bad idea after all. Only yummy mummies could find success and everlasting love at the market.


But the last stall filled her with an unexpected anticipation, like surprise foreplay, an emotional aperitif. It was a DIY Hardware stall. It was butch. It exhibited hardness and strength. Power. There were tools that looked like guns. There was metal and black. There was oil and grease. There were things that sawed, cut, clasped, pinched, poked and drilled. There were things that would hurt and things that would repair. Mabel found herself in a place of extreme arousal.


There were things that would electrify, shock, bind and clamp. It was almost too much and she began to turn to leave.


‘Hi,’ said a gentle voice.


Mabel turned to see a slender soft-faced man of around twenty staring at her with his lips slightly parted. His lips may have quivered, she couldn’t be sure.


‘Can I help you?’ he asked, coyly.


‘Yes,’ said Mable. Gaining inner strength from his fear. ‘If I was to have a date with a man and I wanted to impress him, is there anything you sell here that may swing his favour, you know, persuade him that it was a good idea.’


‘Yes, said the man coughing nervously and throwing shy glances at Mable’s leather coat and boots, there is a lot I can provide you with, Madam.


The man was more beautiful than any man Mable had ever seen. He was as vulnerable as a baby rabbit. His wide eyes were green like pools of glass and she wondered how he would cry. He began collecting things from the stall and putting them in a pile in front of Mable.


He started with a large roll of black gaffer tape, then pliers, sandpaper, candle wax, a pole and finally an industrial tub of petroleum jelly.


‘That should be about perfect for a first date, with the right person, of course, if you have found him.’ ‘Oh Yes,’ said Mable, ‘I found him right here in the market.’


© 2019 Sarnia de la Mare





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Apr 19, 2025

Countess Diaries Ch 5, The Phantom Gallery of Challenging Art #funny #comedy


Countess Diaries Ch 5, The Phantom Gallery of Challenging Art

The evening finds me in a contemplative mood as I admire the latest addition to the palace’s burgeoning art collection: the “village chief” mask from Dennis Druvo’s Ghanaian treasures. It now occupies a position of quiet dignity within the pantry, nestled between the jars of lentils and the baking powder. If its spirit is indeed as wise as Dennis assures me, it shall surely preside over my culinary endeavors with benevolence—though I fear even spectral guidance may not redeem my attempts at soufflé.

This, of course, is not the first time I have found myself navigating the delicate dance of artful diplomacy. Over the years, I have become something of an expert at the subtle relocation of "challenging" pieces to less conspicuous corners of my palace. The gallery beneath the stairs, for instance, boasts a particularly enthusiastic abstract of what I believe to be an elephant balancing on a turnip, though I have never dared ask the artist for confirmation. Similarly, the linen closet houses a ceramic bust so... unique that even Dominicus, who delights in knocking objects from shelves, refuses to disturb it.

Yet each piece tells a story, and it is in these stories that I find their redemption. Take, for instance, the Ashanti warrior mask, which now guards the seldom-used third-floor bathroom. Its fierce visage lends the space an air of defiance, as if challenging any interloper to question why a bathroom exists on the third floor at all. It is a room of mystery, now imbued with a layer of myth.

I often imagine the stories these works will inspire in future generations. “Did you hear about the Countess of Brighton and Hackney?” they’ll say. “Her pantry was guarded by a village chief, and her laundry cupboard housed a sculpture so peculiar it frightened her cat!”

For me, this discreet curatorial habit is not deceit but an art in itself. To display every piece prominently would risk overwhelming the palace’s delicate harmony, and yet to dismiss them outright would be unthinkably rude—an affront to both the artist and my station as a patron. The solution, therefore, lies in crafting a palace where every work finds its place, no matter how unconventional.

And so, with a final glance at the mask, I close the pantry door, leaving the chief to commune with the dried apricots. Tomorrow, I shall tackle the question of where to place the Ashanti farmer. Perhaps the attic? Or the cupboard under the stairs? Wherever he lands, I have no doubt his machete will lend an air of industrious protection to the space.

Ah, the life of a patron is never dull.


©2024 Sarnia de la Mare

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In a future where code meets consciousness, one being begins a haunting transformation. Renyke—an AI on the edge of humanity—awakens to emotion, sensory overload, and the fragile beauty of connection. Guided by the enigmatic Flex, their deepening bond explores intimacy and friendship, neurodivergence, and the complex world of feeling through an autistic spectrum lens.



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by Sarnia de la Mare

In a future where code meets consciousness, one being begins a haunting transformation. Renyke—an AI on the edge of humanity—awakens to emotion, sensory overload, and the fragile beauty of connection. Guided by the enigmatic Flex, their deepening bond explores intimacy and friendship, neurodivergence, and the complex world of feeling through an autistic spectrum lens.



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