Mary Lambert Generates Oodles of Warm Fuzzies

Are you in the mood for a song that lovingly holds you in its arms? Seattle's Mary Lambert is here to satisfy whatever comforting you may need via "She Keeps Me Warm". The trick of her trade? How about a piano that'll have you reflecting on the bubbles that come out of a hot tub. Prepare to relax on a level that's brilliant thanks to the simplicity that went into its creation. The lyrics promote the joys of same sex cohabitation. I give a big thumbs up to anyone who's clever enough to admit she's named her lover's eyes "Forever" and "Please don't go". Given how full of fantasy emboldened, logic defying devotion a great many love connection tunes are Mary has in fact brought a little refreshing novelty back to the highly trodden terrain. As for the female for whom she speaks in such magnificently flowing terms, I'd like to meet this friend who embodies what that concept means. According to Mary said confidant thinks she smells like safety and home, both of which are concepts that a great bit of the time sound like sexy yet deceptive illusions. Aiding the song's highly at ease framework is a steady, assured drum beat. As in a hook up that doesn't move faster than its participants are prepared to do. Love usually is delicate territory. I'm not saying Mary handles the topic with excess kid gloves but she respects her partner enough to allow the breathing room to take in each delectable sentiment. Mary flies the flag for people whose DNA makes it impossible to change stripes. Isn't that how the truest love should be, a kind that doesn't go under the hood in a feverish attempt to fix the supposedly incompatible elements. Being a Big Bang Theory fan I recall Sheldon trying to use chocolates as reinforcements for Penny exhibiting behaviors he thinks are appropriate. Leonard doesn't wish to change her eccentricities because they make her who she is. Spoken like a guy who wants to be in it for the long haul. Mary echoes that conclusion. Even if she tried, she couldn't change who she is. She's comfortable enough in her own skin to not require anyone's else's approval for her continued existence. Further on down the lyrical lane Mary returns to the classic universal claims about what real love is, namely that it's both patient and kind. Mary doesn't cry on Sundays, a fitting tie in to the picturesque scene of a church and two smitten lovers getting ready to take the plunge. The second stanza following the first choral refrain goes heavy into the getting acquainted phase. The Q & A ranges from place in the world posers like "Do you hate your job?" to less taxing brain pickings like "What's your favorite word?" For the record one of my favorite words is "conundrum". That's because it bolts from the tongue with a steel blade edge. It's also a word you might want to inject into a conversation to convince others you're a scholarly bloke/lass. From childhood sexual abuse to bipolar disorder our heroine has been roughed up by life pretty good. Her strength comes from the words she has the courage and vivacity to get on paper and then transfer to microphone. No less a pair of players than Macklemore and Ryan Lewis have worked with her in the past. Her savvy on record comes through due to these production wizards. "She Keeps Me Warm" succeeds in stepping into the vibrations of a congenial hug that is no way patronizing. On the contrary it applies generous healing to broken places and might even reawaken your belief that love isn't something dreamed up by Hallmark to rip your hard earned cash from your overwrought weary hands. Guess it's safe to conclude that Seattle isn't merely an incubation point for cloudy brooding and rides to the Space Needle. Go ahead and treat yourself to an anticipatory smile. Love doesn't judge either.