No!!! Not Meghan Trainor Playing Sex Kitten!!

If you need proof how much the record industry can corrupt an aspiring artist's sense of dignity in zero flat may I present Meghan Trainor. Her new album's title is "Thank You". Based on the bump and grind gutter pandering of the first single "No" it should have been called "I'll Pass". Oh goody, another video featuring a female singer displaying her sizable sexuality while claiming not to want to give the male population any undue encouragement. Can you say "mixed message" boys and girls? Good. I knew you could. I'd like to make one thing abundantly clear. Despite the fact that you'll watch Meghan in this video and ask yourself "What happened to that 'All About That Bass' chick?" the song itself has Miley Cyrus throwaway written all over it. Granted, Ms. Cyrus was a bit too busy making us never think about a wrecking ball in a healthy way ever again but still Miley knows bad girl. Hell, she's been attempting to push that envelope ever she left her Hannah Montana days squarely in the rear view. The only thing Meghan and Miley should ever have in common is the same first letter in their names. So...I repeat. You WILL dance to this on some level even if your rational brain reminds you you've been sold familiar song and dances a zillion times. But, by the same New York subway token, "No", as entertainment diversions go, has all of the lasting appeal of a prostitute you snagged on a seedy street corner in Anytown USA. You get nasty, drop her off, and then move on to conquest #2. Nothing resembling emotional substance. Just some random boink me side project that served the cheap purpose it was designed to serve. Lucky you if you go out for that kind of entertainment but, many of us in the listening audience prefer smokin' souffle to cheap tart. I could easily believe the brass over at Epic Records sitting down with her for a serious meeting regarding her career direction. Perhaps the suits came right out and said, "Meghan, babe, loved "All About That Bass". How divinely retro. I'm getting flashbacks of my Grandma's apple pies right out of the oven. But you see the problem with that is we're in the 21st century now. We need for you to goose sales by giving us some of that Britney Spears sex toy thing. Also, we need for you to convince the 18 year-old male audience that yes really means no. Wear some provocative German inspired lederhosen and roll around on the floor with some other slu...we mean distinguished female team players. Our industry is suffering, love. We need you to prostitute yourself for the greater good. Well deep pocket dudes, consider this mission accomplished. Totally derivative hard-on lowest common denominator excrement. Frankly, that's an insult to the excrement producing community. The lyrics save no part of this sinking ship. That whole "I don't wanna give you my name and number" bit has already been covered successfully by TLC. What's the point in putting that message in the mouth of a completely different pop starlet? The answer? Bling and bling alone. The word "No" fits the takeaway perfectly. No, you won't get those four minutes of your life back. No, apologizing for being dumb enough to fall for this claptrap won't help your guilty conscience. No, Meghan hasn't taken a major career step forward. If anything "No" threatens to push Ms. Trainor into the background of the music business radar. One last example of accentuating the negative before I sign off. No, the background is no place for a 22 year-old woman lusting after career longevity. "No" represents a music lover's chance to say yes to looking out for broader cultural horizons.