Brigadoon

I first met Brigadoon at a private event. I got invited because someone knew me as a drummer. Brigadoon has since become my family. I feel loved and accepted for all my weirdness and awkwardness. We laugh until we cry. We’re always the last to stop drumming in the wee hours of the morning. Brigadoon is my home. Brigadoon doesn’t choose you… You choose Brigadoon! This place is for you, too. Bring an instrument and be prepared for unpredictable shenanigans, cartwheels, random coolers of gourmet pickles and DRUMMING!

The best clan experience on the renaissance festival campgrounds. The people of Brigadoon are diverse, welcoming, open, sincere, and super fun. Music and especially drumming is at the heart of Brigadoon and the absolute best drummers and musicians on the entire campgrounds can found around its communal campfire and brings a festive soul and flavor that cannot be replicated. You find people singing, dancing, cheering deep into the night and brings a soul and flavor that is unmatched. The beauty of all the spacious military-style canvas tents and their tasteful decor is very special. One large tent serves as a swanky lounge complete with wood burning stove, a bar, Victorian furniture, and more. The Brigadoon experience is the most special part of camping at the Texas Renaissance Festival.

One night had wandered too far into the mist, following the faint sound of drums that seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere at once. Then, without warning, the fog parted, revealing a village I knew shouldn’t exist. Brigadoon. Lanterns swayed from posts, casting golden light on scruffy faces and canvas army tents pitched in orderly rows, their edges flapping softly in the breeze. Pirates roamed among the tents, their coats adorned with silver buttons and their boots caked with dirt. One of them, a rogue with a mischievous grin, offered me a hand. I hesitated only a moment before he pulled me into a wild dance, the music from djembes and doumbeks spinning us faster and faster. Laughter burst from my chest as we moved between tents and tables laden with food that smelled too good to be real. I joined the feast, tearing into fresh bread and roasted meats that melted on my tongue. The pirates swapped tales of dirt fairies from year past, and the villagers shared stories of magic and old traditions, their voices weaving a tapestry of wonder. Everything tasted sharper, fuller, as if every bite and word held a century of flavor. As the sky deepened to indigo, we gathered around a bonfire so large it seemed to touch the stars. The drums grew louder, their beat thrumming through my bones. We danced in a circle, pirates and villagers together, shadows leaping with the flames. I lost myself in the rhythm, in the crackle of fire and the pulse of the drums. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t chasing magic—I was living it. 10/10 would visit again

A family of different people and personalities. A place I call home. Good drummers and great people. So many fun stories and great memories

Nothing like Brigadoon when she appears in the mist!!!