Radical Face - Doorways (Acoustic)

Here's the second in this stay home series. The original "Doorways" was written for three pianos and strings, so getting it down to guitar and viol that Josh and I could play live required a bit of a rewrite. It's a pretty similar process for building new versions of songs for tour, but some are trickier than others to pair down. This one was stubborn and took a few drafts to figure out.
I also figured since making things entirely at home is our reality, I might as well get a good camera. I've always made all my records at home, so no real changes there, but I usually hire people to do video work with me, as they would have both the equipment and the knowledge. Well, since we're all staying in place, it's time I acquired those. I've spent the past week learning how to shoot a lot better, both video and photo, and it's been fun! I'm gonna punch up more detailed thoughts for my website after this. And I have my first 4k video now, which is pretty neat.
And lastly, I am also using these acoustic videos as a challenge to get back into drawing. I drew all the time growing up, originally wanting to be an illustrator. I later shelved that for writing, thinking I'd be a novelist. Music was the third thing I really made a go at, only starting to take it seriously in my early twenties. I still really enjoy the other art forms, but often can't find the time for them. But nowadays, I've got nothing but time. So I'm getting back into them and remembering why I enjoyed them so much.
But with all of that going on, and me fumbling through a lot of things at once, this took a lot longer than expected. I will be quicker for the next one.
Lyrics:
When I was just a boy, still owl-eyed
I liked to drink the rain, to taste the sky
I tried to count the stars while in my bed
To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head
And I believed the stars were wishes
I believed the world was good
I believed things hid in the dark
And that all would turn out just how it should
I believed in all your stories
I believed you'd never lie
I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house,
I'd touch the sky
And I believed the skies were doorways home