Mary Lambert is the shit. Yup. That’s right. I LOVE her. I have a nonsexual crush on this self-proclaimed overweight, bipolar, messy singer-songwriter. Several months ago, I saw her perform at the Electric Factory in Philly. And it didn’t matter when the mike broke or whatever instrument or amplifier her musical accompaniment was using went kaput (true story, both things happened. It was a night of technical malfunctions). But Mary didn’t skip a beat. She rocked the