You know how some artists just frustrate the crap out of you? Or confuse the crap out of you? Marc Broussard’s one of those guys. Seven years ago, his debut major-label album, Carencro (also the name of his Louisiana hometown), landed on my desk. While there was no doubt that the man could sing, it seemed like his record company couldn’t decide if they wanted to make him the next D’Angelo or the next John Mayer, so he became some […]