Maya de Vitry - in the studio recording "All My Faith"

A note from Maya: I kinda can't believe this video exists. This is footage from the actual performance that made it onto the record. Somehow, Joel Timmons and Shelby Means managed to film this while singing live harmony vocals, and passing a phone between them. There are only about 15-20 seconds missing, and then Joel starts filming again until the end. I'm so glad we can bring you into the studio with us in this way. Each song on the record is a complete live performance, just like this one, with no edits or overdubs. This is the very last song we recorded on the 3-day session (Nov 23-25, 2025). It became the title track of the record, All My Faith. The band is: Maya de Vitry - vocals, acoustic guitar Shelby Means - harmony vocals Joel Timmons - harmony vocals Jo Schornikow- keys Ethan Ballinger - electric guitar Spencer Cullum - pedal steel Ethan Jodziewicz - electric bass Dom Billett - drums Produced by Maya de Vitry Engineered & Mixed by Sean Sullivan Mastered by Raelynn Janicke "All My Faith" (Maya Elizabeth de Vitry, BMI) Somebody made the bed And tucked in every side The sheets are baby blue And stretched across the sky I saw a heart shaped lake I saw a heart shaped cloud I will not let the beauty Go slipping by me now Pressed against your chest wings against the sky I need to cool my skin From the embers of your eyes Snow up on the ridge Continental divide I already chose my ocean I’m already on your side Picking mint by the handful Huckleberry-stained ankles I want the kind of love that We can never untangle I want to touch time with all my faith I want to let you in with all my faith You can sleep when you’re dead But that’s never been true If the best part of sleep is Being warm next to you And waking up in the night Maybe a possum or a train Or rolling over in the moonlight In the green river lakes Or wrapped around you in the rafters In the Adirondack rain Or just breathing in our dreams Like starfish in a frame Take one lap around the gallery God is a surrealist And breath is just as brief For the fearful and the fearless I love how there is an hourglass Inside of every body How there’s parts of me alive And some parts of me are rotting And how blood’s a sign of living And also a sign of dying And the headwaters of laughter Are the headwaters of crying