EVEN AFTER EIGHT solo albums, umpteen sideman gigs (including a bunch of albums with Melissa Etheridge) and untold air miles, Philip Sayce has never sounded happier to be packing for the road (“I wish you could see the living room right now, because I have shit everywhere” ).
Partly, says the Welsh-born, Torontoraised, LA-based bluesman, this is because international touring still feels like
