EDWARD JULIUS H0YER III - also known as Jay Hoyer, Virgil Foxx, The Queen Bee, and at present, Father Julius III.
Mr. Hoyer deserves special recogition. his accomplishments boggle the mind. The very fact that he is alive today is testimony to his greatness.

What an ego! What a story! WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!!

We have hated each other since we were 15. I used to see him serving mass on sunday's at Saint Paul's Catholic Church. What a ham! I hated his guts. THEN I had to endure listening to stories about just how cool he was from his girlfriend, Susie Galyardt, in my 4th period art class. KEERIST! GIVE ME A BREAK.

The next thing I knew, Phil Arroyo was inviting me to jam with the Zilches and guess who was the lead singer? Yes, Jay Hoyer.

These guys were so cool. Jay and Phil used to wear Beatle wigs (this was before long hair was allowed in San Antonio schools - WE died for YOUR sins, man!

Jay sang the stones and Beatle stuff. The chicks dug him. Phil sang everything else that required talent. The guys dug him cause he was such a showman - cut right from the James Brown mold (but that is another story which will be told later).

So after we fired Phil (which was of course orchestrated by Jay's soaring ego and need for everyone's attention), Jay claimed sole ownership of the front position.

My ego, which was known to soar too (since I was one of the early pioneers of San Antonio maestro fuzz tone - I got mine shortly after the stones's SATISFACTION smashed the charts - young jr. high aspiring guitar players would mob me at the Wonderland Mall and ask me to reveal my secret tone settings! but MORE ABOUT ME later).......... BUT Jay and I needed each other. I needed a front man that could make the chicks swoon and give me an excuse to play the solo to MR YOU'RE A BETTER MAN THAN I over and over and over and over and over and............., and he needed a lead guitar player that was a legend in his own mind, and who could play really tasty solos and make him look good for the chicks. So we had a symbiotic relationship. We tolerated each other. We needed each other. It brings to mind the principles of the duality of nature - there is no good without evil, to have light there must be darkness, you cannot have enchiladas without rice and beans, a hard shell taco and a BIG RED!...................).

In addition to being a complete asshole, Jay later got really really fat (as in overweight, not LIVING LARGE). You shoulda seen his driver's license - I swear, he looked like oliver hardy). But let's not go there.

Jay had a big mouth! Jay loved to push buttons. He was always trying to incite riot. He did it with the Zilches and Virgil Foxx. But he excelled at it when he became

THE QUEEN BEE.

I have never seen audiences get so angry. I think he invented the chicken cut hair-doo that rod stewart later popularized. He wore tons of make-up, spiked his hair, had special outfits made for him - somewhere I have a photo of him taken at Sunken Gardens, wearing a pink crushed velvet hot pant suit. He had something to offend everyone. The audiences hated him! They loved to hate him! I think Howard Stern took lessons from Mr. Hoyer.

For the last seven years, jay and I have been having fantasies about pushing this idea I got when I lived out west in 1988-90. It's called FATHER JULIUS. The character is modeled after Jay. It is about a San Antonio catholic priest that drives around in a little red mazda miata convertible all day and take confessions on the cellular phone. FJ is the inventor of cellular sacraments ,and also the developer of digital software for a VIRTUAL STATIONS OF THE CROSS, which is supposed to scare the hell out of kids. Jay and I went to catholic schools! We believe that just like comedy, catholicism may not be pretty, but it is sometimes funny!

From time to time, Jay will dress in his priest drag and we will drive around SA in the CHAPEL OF THE LITTLE RED MIATA, in search of adventure and romance. He fakes confessions on a toy cell phone we bought at the Fredericksburg Fd. Walgreens.

A few years ago, Jay had throat cancer. His vocal cords were removed. He can now be seen in public places chain smoking thru the hole in his lower neck.

I love this guy. He is a good man. He has a heart of gold. We are now the best of friends.

_Bob Galindo 2001