K. 33b, Piece in F for keyboard, Klavierstück

I've hit a sloppy patch of pieces.  It was hard to know what to do next.  I got through all the Grand Tour works. I think.  Maybe. Sort of.  Who really knows?  So I went with K33b.  Was it a quickly doodled bit? I don't know.  I'm sure Mozart had a lot of quickly doodled musical tidbits.  This one had staying power.  In fact, it was used in the movie Amadeus.  The scene where young Mozart was touring.  If I am understanding it right, Mozart would have actually wrote it after the tour.  The movie may have got the bit wrong.  I don't know.  

Apart from the nerdy stuff, this song is a fun cheerful piece. It's full of youthful hope.  If it was written near the end of the grand tour, I could see it being a "that was fun, but thank God it is over," tune.  There is hope in it.  "I done with that crap" kind of hope.  Or, maybe I'm reading too much into the historical context.  And, relying on personal experience.  We all hit those moments after a long hard trial, or straining effort.  We think we've reached a point of smooth sailing.  The young Mozart may have reached that point.  Of course, when we look back on it, we often see our rest was only a rest, it wasn't a lifestyle changing event.  New trials, new strains come.  

This song suggests 'enjoy the rest.' 

Mozart fights for Figaro

I was thinking of the scene from Amadeus.

Mozart fights for the right to display The Marriage of Figaro.  The emperor admits he has passion.  Mozart worked hard, and some would have thought him arrogant to think it was the best Opera yet written, but… I don't know.  Sure, he writes to his tastes. So one could say he wrote the best according to his standard.   And maybe, history proved him right.  

But with any work, of any art form, it is like a child.  We love ours with a blind passion. And, we can get bitterly offended when someone attacks it.  On the other hand, what if a person is giving us solid advice on how to get your 'baby' to reach its full potential?  Which is worse?  A critical eye on one's work? Or, like the the emperor, an unwillingness to even see it? Hence a need to fight… 

So, just a strange aside: is it callous for people to hate the fact they show pictures of their children on social networks?