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Born in South Louisiana, Budd was neither Creole nor Cajun but was of the third rank of New Orleans denizens referred to as “Coon Asses”. No one knows what that meant. But there it is.
His family moved to North Louisiana where he grew up in a little oil rich city called Shreveport. Full of Coon Asses. By the time he was in the third grade he became the resident Bob Fosse of his grade school. He took charge of all school plays, book fairs, carnivals, anything that required entertainment. When he was in high school, about the day after the Beatles arrived on Ed Sullivan, his English teacher called his mother and irately said, “Budd(y) Lewis thinks he was born into this world to entertain people.” His mother dryly asked the teacher, “And what makes he think he’s not?”
And so it began. A lifetime of artwork, typewriters, paint, music, performance, the whole tawdry nine yards. When he was 15 years old he became a disc jockey at a local radio station. Commercial production work became his forte instead of spinning records. Clients clamored for Budd to write and produce their radio commercials. The next step was into advertising where he labored directing million dollar TV spots while the rest of his generation went to Woodstock. Next...
