My fantasy grunge band has the best name
Ever since I first heard that Wonderland was the outbound end of the Blue Line (of the Boston T), I thought "Blue Line to Wonderland" was the perfect blend of whimsy, mundanity, locality, and a perverse children's story allusion to IV drug use with which to entitle a grunge band. Even with so many musicians furiously writing songs about it, have you ever heard a more poetic description of shooting heroin into a vein? The use of subway signage hints at the low budget and urban alienation that surely made the singer turn to drugs, but also shows city-loyalty, which is very grunge. And then you've got your Alice in Wonderland and your anatomical, visceral-yet-distant-and-clinical artistic vibe all in one piece of found art. I will never have a grunge band (or, to be clear, use recreational IV drugs), and I'm tired of sitting on this amazing name.