Undoubtedly Bob Lazar’s Favorite Hobby
Before Bob Lazar became famous for revealing secrets about AREA 51 he was firing off professional fireworks in the deserts of Nevada with friends, according to a Wired article from 1994. This hobby fully took shape sometime around 1985.
When he was kid, Lazar resided in Long Island, New York where he was exposed to high grade fireworks through local friends and families who manufactured the professional pyrotechnics. It’s during this time that Lazar learned the basics of the fireworks process. He notes that the friends allowed him to tie strings but didn’t allow him to play with flammable materials.
Bob Lazar Moves To Woodland Hills
Lazar’s fireworks affinity then began to take shape later in life when he was living in Woodland Hills, California where he was employed at Fairchild Xincom. One day while out on a drive with a friend, Tagliani, they came across another friend playing with a pyrotechnics device. This individual invited the two to a motorcycle event held at El Mirage Dry Lake Bed in California’s Mojave Desert.
Tagliani and Lazar attended the motorcycle gathering at the dry lake bed where they fired off their creations but were eventually shut down by the Bureau of Land Management (BLM). This may have been due to the location. El Mirage Dry Lake Bed is very close to Edwards Air Force Base, Plant 42, and other nearby test facilities.
Drone facilities are now located in the area. Watch our video about one of the facilities:
Now In Las Vegas Lazar Starts “Desert Blast”
Then in 1985 Lazar and Tagliani both moved to Las Vegas, this is after Lazar worked at Los Alamos Laboratories in New Mexico. But now that the two friends were settled in the middle of a huge desert they began scouting areas for their next fireworks display. The two friends chose a location and Lazar began manufacturing the fireworks.
Their first fireworks display at a dry lake bed in Nevada drew a crowd of 50-75 people of which were mostly friends.
Next, the following is stated in the Wired article from 1994:
But as the two attempted to outdo their work each successive year, planning and executing their private parties became a time-consuming task. In 1988, Lazar enlisted a troop of capable friends. United by chemistry, physics, and electronics, they came from all walks of life and all kinds of day jobs. NASA controllers and electronics specialists. Computer programmers and technicians. Propulsion systems experts and car mechanics. Even real estate appraisers and contractors. Together, they formed the core creation team of Desert Blast.
It takes at least three months and close to US$6,000 to manufacture all of the festive accouterments for the one-night show. “It really is a team effort,” says Lazar. “And now there are pyrotechnics conventions that we attend.” During the year, the pyro-cohorts meet in their off-hours in a nondescript, concrete reinforced building on private land well outside the city limits of Las Vegas. There, they mix chemicals, roll stars, build rockets, design Sky Cams, and do whatever else seems appropriate and necessary.
The event would soon be named, “Desert Blast”.
HOMEBUILT SHELLS fill the sky with brilliant bursts. An aquamarine laser shoots oscillating beams that shimmer against the distant sagebrush. The thunder of an afterburner pierces the air, and glowing tracer bullets arc across the machine-gun firing area. Pungent smoke billows.
Welcome to Desert Blast, a secret annual gathering of pyrotechnics enthusiasts and a private fireworks party that in some ways resembles a July 4th picnic. Just delete the youngsters and the mayor’s speech. Substitute a jet car, a gun collection, and a stark desert setting where death by dehydration is a genuine possibility.
Broad-brimmed hats and water bottles are a good idea out here on the cracked beige expanse of a remote, dry lake bed in Nevada, a state with plenty of wide-open space to accommodate folks who are lusting for combustion. Each summer a group of about 150 thrill seekers converges here, by invitation only, to celebrate the joys of combining oxygen with explosive chemicals.
They’re led by principal instigators Bob Lazar, who describes himself as a “freelance scientist and businessman,” and real-estate appraiser Gene Huff.
Some Blast attendees jest that final fireworks assembly takes place at a secret facility many stories underground. The joke is a reference to Lazar’s personal history: He is best known for going public in 1989 with an account of having worked on hovering, disc-shaped aircraft at a classified government facility near the mysterious Groom Lake air base.
“We want to have fun, and we’ll clean up after ourselves. So just leave us alone,” says Lazar. “You can’t burn down a lake bed.”
Here’s a screenshot of a surviving picture, thanks to UFOMind.com:
The image clearly proves that the event was considered secret and was by invitation only. The image also references the fact this event would be attended by 150 highly skilled individuals.
The Crowd Begins To Grow
Lazar’s girlfriend, Linda (aka Crouton) Wilson, and others close to Lazar began assisting at the ever growing event. In the year 1990 over 450 people attended as word began to spread about the annual fireworks event. Lazar was quoted by Wired as saying, “It was starting to get out of hand”.
One staple of “Desert Blast” was the destruction of “Teddy” and the end of each year’s event. I’m going to go out on a limb and assume Teddy was a mockup teddy bear firework.
As a final note in the Wired article the author mentions Desert Blast Commandment #1, “Thou shalt not talk of UFOs”. In the UFOmind.com archived document from Desert Blast the writers jokingly added, “No, You can’t stay at Bob’s house”.
Desert Blast Comes To An End?
I don’t know what happened after the mid-90’s to Lazar’s event. Maybe they went underground with it to protect Lazar’s privacy or preserve the event due to overcrowding. But now, at least, we have an inside look into the famed man, without a mention of UFOs, directly from the time period.
View the Open Mind document: http://www.ufomind.com/area51/articles/1996/popsci_9604/
View the 1994 Wired article: https://www.wired.com/1994/12/desert-blast/