While my guitar gently weeps - Cover
This is a first attempt recording of the George Harrison classic by me and a friend of mine, Nikhil.
Nikhil played the picking on his Electric Guitar and I did the strumming on my Acoustic Guitar. Then I recorded the vocals on top of it and added my voice again on chorus stanzas.
So it was recorded in three turns.
Here is the song:
Any feedback is appreciated.
The last puff of the day-wind brought from the unseen villages the scent of damp wood-smoke, hot cakes, dripping undergrowth, and rotting pine- cones. That is the true smell of the Himalayas, and if once it creeps into the blood of a man, that man will at the last, forgetting all else, return to the hills to die.