You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension, not only of melody and rhythm, but also, of mind --- a journey into a curious land of musical imagination. There's the signpost up ahead – it says:

“Next Exit---Songlines, Prepare To Be Surprised.”

You awake up half slumped, half sitting at the end of a 20-foot long mahogany bench at in the center of the station. You look up into the underside of a massive iron chandelier suspended from a whale’s belly of a ceiling some 40 feet above you. The cavernous space is nearly empty. Arrayed in front of you are the thirteen gates leading to tracks where the trains await. The clock at the end of the hall ticks off another minute. It’s 6:10 AM. As you shake your head free of fog, you wonder, “Where am I and how do I know all this?”

You reach for the inside pocket of your jacket, grasping the envelope you somehow knew was there. You feel the thickness of the tickets. There are 13 in all, each with a different track number and destination: strange places, like "