Composition
The song "Darlin'" is a re-write of a song that Brian and Mike had written years earlier called "Thinkin' 'Bout You Baby" which was first recorded and released as a single in April 1964 by Sharon Marie - a previously unrecorded teenager who had informally auditioned for Brian and Mike (by singing opera standards) stageside after a Sacramento Beach Boys concert - with production by Brian himself. The song can be heard on the 2004 compilation Pet Projects: The Brian Wilson Productions. In 1972, Brian's wife at the time, Marilyn, as well as her sister Diane were known as the duo American Spring. On their debut album Spring they covered the song "Thinkin' 'Bout You Baby". After the song had been re-written as "Darlin'", Brian was planning to give the song to a band called Redwood (later to be known as Three Dog Night) as Danny Hutton was a friend of Brian's around that time, but the other Beach Boys members insisted that they should record the song.
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