It’s like John Cougar Mellencamp says: “There’s winners and there’s losers. It ain’t no big deal.”
Yeah, right. Who believes that? Certainly not Bob Wire, still spitting blood that his Fencemenders are playing not second but third fiddle to Cash For Junkers, who unseated Bob and his boys to take top honors as Missoula’s Best Band in the Indy’s admittedly unscientific “Best of Missoula” poll.
“We’ve been working for four or five years to attain the top spot, and then these knuckledraggers, these inbreeding cousin-boffers, roll into town. They totally leapfrogged over everybody to get to first place, and they only got it because they have a chick in the band.”
The trouble started when Bob called into KBGA jockey Nate Schweber’s Friday show to congratulate him on taking third place in the Best DJ competition. Bob scoffed at Schweber’s reciprocated congrats, dismissing Cash For Junkers as a lot of “corn nibblers.”
“It felt like Schweber was damning us with faint praise,” Bob told us. “I was insulted that he thought I should be proud to be third place behind those panty boys. I know they lobbied heavily, basically begging for people to vote for them so they can quit their day jobs. What’s the world with one less Happy Meal?”
Cash For Junkers frontman Tyler Roady, on the other hand, doesn’t see what Bob’s so balled up about.
“We’re kind of confused about the whole feud,” Roady told us last week. “We find him very entertaining for a table-dancing showgirl.”
For those of you who asked, we thought you might like to know that LT, Missoula’s most famous dog, is back in the dog house—but in a good way. In case you hadn’t heard, read the ads or seen the posters around town, on Thursday, Feb. 17, the Iron Horse Pub’s ochre-colored, five-year-old mascot mysteriously disappeared. Naturally, it didn’t take long for the dog-hunt to begin.
“I was up and down every alley,” says Tami Ursich, LT’s—and the Iron Horse’s—owner. “I was everywhere. My dog is like my best friend.”
Calls to the cops, the pound and every media outlet in town turned up nothing, she says. Until Feb. 26, when a local family who had seen the ad called her up, with some surprising news.
“He was in Ohio,” Ursich says. “A young gal took him to Ruthstown, Ohio.” Seems a cousin of the concerned family happened upon LT outside the Iron Horse, and it didn’t take much for him to hop into her car. Confusing matters further was the fact that LT had just had his collar and tags removed during a visit to the groomers. Before she knew it, Ursich was Buckeye-bound to get her boy back. “I had BFI guys looking for him. I had postal workers looking for him. I never figured him in Ohio.” Last Tuesday, the retriever was finally retrieved and resumed his post in the Iron Horse beergarden. Welcome home, boy. Stay.