Sunday was the longest day of the year—the Summer Solstice in New York City—and now every day will only grow shorter until the Winter Solstice on December 22.
   But for now, it is still summer, the annual season of travel, and so we were thinking about travelling music and different forms of travel.
   Good travel music—the kind you sing out loud—is a special treat we can all enjoy.
   The songs need to be easy and memorable, and should ideally match the rhythm of the ride, and most importantly they should last the whole trip without someone in the backseat going nuts over the music.
   While we search for music to fly or float or ride the rails with for a later issue (you, dear reader, are invited to send along some favorites), here is a tune we guarantee you will love and should have blasting through whatever sound system you use on the go this summer.
   Eric Clapton, Lynard Skynard, and some others have all recorded some version of it, but we like “They Call Me The Breeze” as it was written and originally laid down by the late, great JJ Cale.
   JJ was born in 1938 and died a few years ago; in our opinion, he did not live long enough.
   I recall writing about him in the Hollywood Reporter in 1971 and observing— along with how much I loved his music—that I wished the songs played on a bit longer.
   But JJ, a self-professed “Okie” (the word describes someone from Oklahoma and also served as a title for one of his albums), smiled at me one night in a Manhattan joint called Max’s Kansas City, and said:
   “I just play ‘em till they are over.”
   Give “Call Me The Breeze” a play, start your engines, and get ready to sing out loud while driving down that long and winding road this summer.
Geoffrey