So, when I was a child, my parents saw Camelot on Broadway in New York City. They subsequently bought the album, which then became part of the soundtrack of my childhood--back when JFK was president and his White House was often referred to as Camelot. When I grew up and moved to California, I was convinced the description of the weather (in the full song, which is not posted here) sounded a lot like SoCal. Oberon--whose eighth and ninth books are releasing this month--is my Camelot. Beautiful, with a perfect climate, and existing mostly in my memory now.
I'm posting this song for everyone who feels like they've lost somewhere precious. Somewhere that existed more as an idea, an aspiration, than a concrete reality. Something that belonged to us all, but only if we could keep it. We couldn't. We didn't. It's gone now.
The main song appears early in the play--you can find that online, if you care to look. In it a joyful young king sings with pride and passion about his magical-seeming kingdom. But this reprise, which takes place at the end, and features a dying and defeated Arthur looking back and reminiscing on all that he's lost.
It doesn't matter if it was never real--it was real to him. Anyway, this is my mood.
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