A few months ago, the organizers for my harp group (which believe me when I say it is like herding cats) met to discuss repertoire. We also exchanged music. One harper offered a packet of Irish hymns and mentioned, "They're all pretty easy."
Said I, tongue in cheek, "Oh, well, I'm less interested now."
A blank and puzzled stare in answer.
"Come on," I added, "you know I'm a musical masochist."
And I was only partly joking. I find that "easy" tunes often don't have enough interest for either my ears or my fingers. When I come across a melody that intrigues me, but has a tricky section - hard to finger, sequence of accidentals - I tend to be more determined to play it. If there's a specific left hand sound I want, I will keep pushing until I make it work.
This tends to be how I am with most creative endeavors: I'm drawn to difficulty. Long before I ever cooked professionally, my earliest recipe attempts quickly got more ambitious than my skill level could handle. One of my favorite short story idea tactics is to take two very disparate ideas and fit them together. And I love the beginning parts of a new work: figuring out how to introduce the elements of character, setting and a plot in a short span is one of my favorite things to do. It's like a puzzle.
I'll admit: sometimes I bite off more than I can chew. I spend more time working on a single tune / dish / project, and it may not always be a worthwhile tradeoff. (I've thrown out some recipes because they were good, but not that-level-of-effort good.) Often, what people want is the simpler stuff that I've skipped over. I find a lot of the "classic" Celtic tunes unappealing because they've been so played to death.
But my hyper little brain loves a challenge. It's just how I'm wired. Which is probably why I love form poetry so much, because it is such a bear to work with ...
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