I awoke in a mysterious desert wasteland that I didn't recognize. I looked around and saw nothing as far as I could see, except for the oddly rhythmic storm in the distance. Reaching for my phone, I only found this note I didn't understand:
Try, try, try...
Robert Frost lost everything and everyone I know will die
My second song of letters was a song for myself
I turned around and noticed a silver pod casting long shadows on the ground with "NV" (Nevada?) printed on the side. That wasn't there before! Entering, I noticed a cassette player, surrounded by boxes of tapes with titles like "Flight" and "Pilot", "Toast" and "Cookies". Some are more ominous like "Eternal Scouts" and "Things Fall Apart". There is also a keyboard and a big screen with a dialogue box and a message:
It seems that I can enter the name of a person (or group?) to get a hold of "them", but I don't even remember my own name! Who should I try to contact?
The storm is getting louder, and its rhythm keeps changing.
I've been listening to the radio as well, but the only station I get out here is WZZZ.
I don't know who the genius "Nineteen" is, but taking my phone was really out of line.
Hint 4 (bigger):
Listening to the current weather, there was one line that stuck out to me, but I'm not sure why yet. Maybe I should try and cross-check it against one of these cassettes?
Hint 5 (bigger still):
Since "Nineteen" is all by itself on another line, I have a feeling there might be another number I need to find. Bottom line, I really wish I could get online and just call an Uber!