James Adomian, Tall Juan (Episode 309)
Added 2024-09-12 15:00:12 +0000 UTCDid you miss us?? We’re back and we were LIVE this week with funny man James Adomian celebrating his new special "Path of Most Resistance" with a smorgasbord of impeccable impressions from Alan Watts to Elon Musk, and music man Tall Juan performing "Dark Hole" from his new album "Raccoon Nights." There was also a divisive Dopp o' the Mornin', some bone picks and more. PLUS, we dove into some new (to us) music with Chris Young's nightmare country interpolation of David Bowie, which inspired our own Rolling Stones interpolation, and smooth jazz whiz Brian Culbertson.
By da way, we'll see you on TUESDAY 9/17 next week, then back to our regular Thursdays after that.
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Comments
thank you! incredible stuff!!
Carol
2024-09-19 01:38:47 +0000 UTCThe PSS series is the best. my fave has gotta be the ice cube sound
Di Drew
2024-09-18 04:29:25 +0000 UTCI just found this of his and think it is essential viewing https://youtu.be/UPMPye2gg3o?si=gdHxrXmI8YUwQBjp
Di Drew
2024-09-18 04:28:44 +0000 UTCfor those who need more of the guy from the break video, thank me later: https://youtu.be/UPMPye2gg3o?si=gdHxrXmI8YUwQBjp
Di Drew
2024-09-18 04:28:13 +0000 UTCDamn this Tall Juan record rips!!!
Andrew Engstrom
2024-09-16 19:40:36 +0000 UTCI caught the second half by phone and heard everything explode gloriously. So fun. I also heard that Star Trek writing prompt and fell for the bait. Here’s a rough draft. Hope this brings a smile to your face like it did mine. And enjoy the edited/embellished/formatted version (with Italics) on the OHL Discord later! along with a very late recap~ ~~~ Star Trek: OHL by Hanh “Captain. We’re being hailed by the mining ship.” “Why?” Lieutenant Carlin looked up from his communications console. “...they have a message for us.” He glanced at Doug. The science officer raised an eyebrow, his pointed silence commentary enough in the usual Vulcan custom. A heavy sigh and an imperious wave of the hand prefaced a: “Open channel.” “Sssst–can you hear me?” A wince briefly marred Tim’s handsome face. “Where’s the visual?” “Their image transceiver is off,” Matt said. “What do they even mine?” “Carnelian, according to our scans,” Doug said. Vic, with his eyes glued to his console, added, “Mining rays are powered down.” “Thank you, Ensign Berger.” Tim pushed a button on his armchair console. “This is the USS Trinity. What can we do for you?” “Uh…just calling to report a strange incident that happened just now in that asteroid ring up ahead. The map showed three clusters, but when we were there we saw four and–” “Look,” Tim cut in. “Your starbase is 57, right?” “Yes, but–” “They have their own mining department. They have to; Starfleet has departments for things that shouldn’t even exist. Report to them, and we’ll be contacted if we need to investigate.” “But Captain Braun said–” “End transmission. Lieutenant Carson, resume patrol.” He uttered that dreaded p-word with poorly-hidden loathing. Pursuit of action led Tim to join Starfleet, but a patrol in well-mapped space had little of that. Perhaps a benevolent Q watched over the mercurial captain. “Sir,” Carson spoke up. “An unmarked merchant ship is coming up ahead. It is flying in an unfamiliar pattern, like some kind of signal.” Tim straightened. “Weapons scan, Vic.” “Oh, uh…” Vic pressed on his console. “We’ve got unregulated torpedoes of some kind–” “Red alert,” Tim snapped. “Shields are up,” Carson said. Vic scratched his head, unfazed by the klaxons. “...it seems to be organic matter?” Tim studied the flight pattern almost as intently as when he contemplated a move on the 3D chess boards. “Hail them.” Matt gave Tim a look. “I know who it is. Cancel red alert.” “You sure?” Vic asked. “I’m still scanning the torpedoes. It might be…food?” “Restaurant quality, I’m sure,” Tim said. Matt smiled. “You’re connected.” A wide, beaming smile filled the screen. “Hello? Greetings! Tim? Oh, sorry, Captain Tim…” Tim could recognize that mouth and voice smooth as ice cream anywhere. The corner of his lips turned up in a smile as he sighed, “Hello, Eric.” “Oh, so you remember me!” Eric breathed in calm excitement. “I thought your time with Starfleet scrubbed your Breen clean of little ol’ me.” Tim smiled to the side. “Brainwashing has been outlawed within the Federation since–” “Wosh smosh,” Eric said, flapping a hand bedecked in various crossections of rare and gorgeous petrified woods from endangered forests all around the galaxy. “Look, I know you’re busy on this patrol zone bursting with bustling, but I ran into a problem you could help me with. You know The Rainforest Cafe? The one–” “Yes, the one we worked at,” Tim finished in an effort to speed things up–respectfully, of course. “Well, I own it now and I’ve been waiting on a shipment of Space Carnelians–no, not for the rich ruddiness, but for the crystals! The ones that form on the surface. You scrape them off, sprinkle a little in one of my sunset drinks, and this mind-blowing explosion happens. I’m set to debut next week–and I got no crystals!” Tim tried to turn off the food channel he accidentally dialed into. “Do you know why the shipment’s late?” “The miners can’t do their job!” Eric bemoaned. “Something is keeping them from getting to the rocks in the first place!” Tim shifted in his seat, a recent conversation coming to mind. “Any idea what?” “How should I know?” Eric retorted. “I’m just a helpless civilian. They reported to the Federation, and you know I’d never work for them.” He spat drily to the side. “Even though we have to use credits at Starbase 57 thanks to Big Starfleet. You remember how it was, right? Before credits.” He grinned. “You had a fast hand at those tables.” “Serving those tables,” Tim argued lightly, nostalgia warming his eyes. “We’ll check out the asteroid belt.” Vic glanced at Carson, grateful an old friend could make their captain muster some professionalism, despite his ragamuffin past. They steered the ship to the belt. “Scans show no activity,” Carson reported. Tim’s eyes darted across the viewscreen. “Enter the field.” The path to the mining site seemed standard. “Carnelians identified,” Doug said. “Nothing abnormal. But I think it would be useful to study a specimen.” “Beam a sample over,” Tim ordered. “Just don’t put any in our drinks.” “That would be illogical.” Doug targeted an asteroid and extracted a piece. “Interesting…this asteroid seems mined. There is no reason to leave any carnelian behind, no additional weakening that could happen. Why did the miners–” “Sir!” Vic called out. “Three vessels appearing starboard!” “Shields up,” Tim ordered. “Are they hostile?” “They’re…leaving? Do we pursue?” Tim leaned back and shook his head. A couple of close calls with demotion later, and he now recognized bait when he saw it. Now the question was who set the trap? “Continue the patrol.” The answer came soon enough. “Well, well, well, Captain Heidecker,” a voice drawled around the bridge. “Sir, the USS Turkington is–” A face loomed on the view screen. Tim glared at Matt, muttering, “How is he getting in here?” “It’s the new Neuralink I’m trialing from the Academy. I can override certain safeguards under the right circumstances.” “And what circumstance warrants that now, Captain Braun?” Tim asked behind a tight smile. “Why, I just saw 3 unknowns fly off just now.” “Did you?” Tim nodded. “Off of the patrol route, probably.” “Ah, yes,” Phil said. “You’re still on patrol? I tell you, I fought hard for you at your hearing.” “I’m sure,” Tim said. “Now aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” “No.” Phil shrugged. “Okay. Godspeed and all that.” The shift finished after what seemed like hours in sludge, and they were not near any black holes for a distortion in time. It was like one swirled around Tim as he quietly fumed. As soon as the night shift came on, he walked straight to his quarters. “Coffee. Black.” He grabbed the cup from the replicator and paused. “Peanuts. Chocolate coated.” A small bowl of peanuts appeared. Tim scrutinized the shell before popping it into his mouth. He bit onto it once, shook his head, and threw the bowl across his quarters. The synthetic carbon bowl bounced across the floor, sturdy but hollow. His doorchime rung. He walked to it and the door slid open. Vic gave Tim a small smile and lifted Rosie’s paw at him in a small wave. “Wanna go for a walk?” “Where?” “The holodeck. Rosie and I have really liked quads around the galaxy, almost like you’re in a museum–” “What if she poops?” “I’ll clean it up. Hopefully.” As they walked among an ever-shifting field, Tim did feel the nebulous gases leaving his mind. Of course, he braced himself for the newest thing from Vic. The former-lieutenant stuck so hard to his principles he got himself demoted. Sometimes, Tim wondered if Vic, with his gentle voice, would have been better suited as a medical officer. He sure had advice. And it wasn’t all bad. “Y’know, I’ve been perusing old communication manuals, trying to learn how to deescalate before shots have to be fired–” “So you don’t have to do your job?” Tim asked, smiling. “Well, besides that,” Vic carried on. “There’s this old art we called ‘active listening’, and there’s a part where one gives pause for a while even after something has been said. It sounds nice since we’d be making room for a better response, or if the speaker isn’t done. Maybe their universal translator isn’t working, you never know…” Vic stopped walking and looked over at Tim. “Sounds useful, right?” Tim stared. “Do you need me to repeat any of that?” “No, I’m good. Just pausing to make sure you’re finished.” Tim’s eyes twinkled as he spied Vic’s blush of embarrassment spreading over his dimpled cheeks. “Sometimes, I don’t know what you’re thinking,” Vic managed. Tim laughed and shoved the other man off the path. “I’m turning in.” “After all that coffee?” o=O=o Even that evening coffee along with the morning coffee could not help Tim the next shift, an hour into a call from Starfleet headquarters themselves. The rare Beatles records hanging on the walls of Tim’s ready room seemed to lose their shine amidst the soul-draining lecture Tim was subjected to. “Look, Tim. I really want to help you but everything has a procedure to follow. The miners have their own department. If there was any concern about the mining field, their supervisor would contact you–you might even still know her, from your, uh, time…at the Starbase.” Tim grit his teeth. Why did everyone seem to hold his former life in such disregard? He should have expected no less from HQ. “Noted, Mark. But the field was near the patrol route.” “That’s not the point,” Mark continued. “The point is that you still went. Look, we don’t want to downplay exploration and discovery–that is how Starfleet expanded. But there’s a time and place for everything–” “I’ll do my time,” Tim snapped. “Yes, you will,” Mark said. “Now listen carefully to these next set of directions. There’s a stop Starfleet wanted you to make, on your route, mind you…” Tim felt his life flash before his eyes until he ended the transmission with relish. He slapped his badge. “Doug, this is Tim. See me in my ready room.” The science officer headed up without complaint even though it wasn’t his shift yet. “What can I help with?” Tim held his head in one hand, still at his desk. His brows furrowed, hair strewn across his forehead in a way that would even make an Orion blush. He looked up at Doug. “I just talked to Mark.” “Unfortunate. It appears you have a headache. Might I suggest something from the medical bay–” “No.” Tim tapped at his temple. “I need you to give me quick calm. I might see Phil at this next stop, and, lately, I’ve been–” “Tense?” Tim nodded, smiling resignedly. “Didn’t need a mindmeld for that, did you?” “No, but it appears you are requesting one now.” He gestured to the couch, and they both sat cross-legged on it facing each other. “As a responsible officer, I am obligated to advise you to talk to the doctor after this for a long-term solution.” He brushed some hair from Tim’s face and rested fingertips across his brow and temple. “Are you obligated to tell me if you’re going through Pon Farr?” Tim asked with a chuckle. “No.” Tim’s eyes widened, lashes thick and long at this close of proximity. Doug smirked. “You would know.” o=O=o Looking back, it was difficult to determine what triggered the cascade effect that led to the unstable Carnelian. “Sir!” Doug’s voice came on the bridge intercom. The urgency was the most emotion any of them had heard from the Vulcan. “I just jettisoned the carnelian–an unstable field has been created. We need to leave at once.” “Impulse engines, full speed,” Tim ordered. “So don’t be a boob and stop wasting food–” “Doug?” “--be a shrewd dude with a handy Banana Nann–” Darkness. Tim wondered if that was all a dream, like one of those dreams that seem like a routine work day. But, in fact, he was at work. The scents of the Rainforest Cafe came flooding in–the fatty food wafting in with the perfumes and extracts worn by civilian clientele. One beamed a smile at him as he mixed a drink at the bar, and he shot back an equally charming smile. “Keep it going,” Eric hissed as walked by, tray loaded with food. A dream that mish-mashed old and new. Even now, Lieutenant Carlin sat down at the bar, calmly appraising everything. Tim sidled up to the other man. “What can I do for you?” “Just a water. I’m still on duty.” Tim glanced at the badge, smiling knowingly. “What ship?” “USS Trinity.” “Who’s your commanding officer?” The badge chirped and Matt tapped it. “This is Captain Matt here.” The other officer’s response faded as Tim stared, brows furrowing. He ran to the nearest locker and looked in the mirror. A strange goatee covered his chin. This was not twenty years ago. This was now. o=o To Be Continued? o=o
lilula9
2024-09-14 06:50:27 +0000 UTCthank you for the name to go with the face/beard. I will be looking into it very strongly!
Carol
2024-09-14 02:19:20 +0000 UTCVic and James need to start a Randy Newman tribute act
Max Bucher
2024-09-14 01:31:40 +0000 UTChttps://thelonelywild.bandcamp.com/merch/limited-edition-silkscreened-poster-the-lonely-wild-at-exit-in
Stu Walker
2024-09-13 22:49:23 +0000 UTCNew Tall Juan fan here. I hope the guy from Appalachia finds some peace. Therapy is expensive but can be priceless.
Jim D.
2024-09-13 22:13:47 +0000 UTCAs a member of the bisexual community, I’m very laid back about people saying the f-word, but I know others will disagree
Peter Fishbeast
2024-09-13 21:30:27 +0000 UTCJames reminds me of robin williams.. I bet he does an amazing impression of him!
Eric
2024-09-13 21:20:55 +0000 UTCElon sides with republicans who forced dems to make drastic cuts to NASA and regulations that keep companies like Boeing from collapsing. Government ends up relying on Elon more and beholden to his whims. I wonder if there’s a connection
Alex Hannah
2024-09-13 21:09:38 +0000 UTCAm I crazy, or did you miss a dopp right under your nose? Trombone guy was a Doug dopp if I ever saw one.
William Riley
2024-09-13 20:33:19 +0000 UTCWorking title: My Americanafest without Stu and Katy 😢
Katy Kirby
2024-09-13 20:23:19 +0000 UTCLoved this episode! James is an incredible comic and Tall Juan is a delightfully different sound.
Mary Newman
2024-09-13 20:00:21 +0000 UTCone of the best episodes - on my fourth listen already!
Cici
2024-09-13 18:04:48 +0000 UTCThat's noice about the poster, post a pic? And I want to get their CD.
John C.
2024-09-13 17:02:23 +0000 UTCNashville is a cool city, I visit once. Stayed at that Gaylord Convention Center. What an amazing facility! We did the riverboat ride, ate at some good places. I would like to visit again.
John C.
2024-09-13 17:00:16 +0000 UTCWould love an OHL mug but the shipping to UK is brutal 😭
Joss Humberstone
2024-09-13 15:19:06 +0000 UTCThe old man is Brazilian legend Hermeto Pascoal! Def worth checking out.
KD
2024-09-13 14:40:20 +0000 UTCLove seeing Adomian on here for a full ep. He is a treasure.
Jared
2024-09-13 14:34:55 +0000 UTCSame here! Random note is the keys player for Tall Juan, Ric Alessio, is also a graphic designer, used to live in Nashville (the city I call home) and I have a poster he designed hanging in my house.
Stu Walker
2024-09-13 14:18:26 +0000 UTCBrian (SNL) has a lot of energy!
John C.
2024-09-13 08:58:50 +0000 UTCThe classic British rock country mash ups bit had me on the floor laughing. Needed that
Nick Grant
2024-09-13 07:39:27 +0000 UTCI enjoyed Tall Juan 👍👏
John C.
2024-09-13 07:12:47 +0000 UTCThat was a dynamite Bernie Sanders impression! Fantastic
Gavin Borden
2024-09-13 04:50:30 +0000 UTCTall Juannnnn!!
Madeline Babuka Black
2024-09-13 04:08:49 +0000 UTCAdomian crushed!
KD
2024-09-13 04:00:18 +0000 UTChad lots of fun today. I think I entered another dimension during the break video when that old man started playing his beard hairs. thanks for the laughs! peace & love
Carol
2024-09-13 03:54:20 +0000 UTCGreat vibes in this one. Really enjoyed
Grant Peterson
2024-09-13 02:26:07 +0000 UTCTim, would you consider an Americana Fest tour diary? Would love to know your perspective on it as it transpires. I used to be heavily involved in it each year but with the exception of the Third Man-hosted shows have stopped going due to disinterest, but your involvement will get me out of the house.
Stu Walker
2024-09-13 01:19:49 +0000 UTCmy partner & I stayed in Hadley for a few nights when we went to see Tim in S. Deerfield... completely missed the asparagus, though.
EKB
2024-09-13 00:40:37 +0000 UTCI can't believe I talked about the Hadley Asparagus Festival with James Adomian
Melissa
2024-09-13 00:20:15 +0000 UTCJames Adomian truly is an American treasure
Johnnee
2024-09-13 00:04:37 +0000 UTCohhhhhhh!
Journe
2024-09-12 23:21:15 +0000 UTCi should probably watch the sopranos first. i’ve never seen it! 😳
Tim Brooks
2024-09-12 22:43:40 +0000 UTCwe sure did. Sopranos doc on Max -t
Tim Heidecker
2024-09-12 22:29:25 +0000 UTCJames Adomian’s George Bush country song had me in tears
Dallin Geiser
2024-09-12 21:54:26 +0000 UTCdid they forget recs today?
Tim Brooks
2024-09-12 21:48:04 +0000 UTCJames Adomian's Alan Watts is one of the funniest things ever and I wish he would do more of it. Begone with the haters! Someone please give this man a dumptruck full of cash so he can do a biopic 🙏
rainbowdark
2024-09-12 20:25:46 +0000 UTCJames Adomian is always a treat
Mr. Manager
2024-09-12 19:42:35 +0000 UTCAwesome music! Glad I was introduced to Tall Juan!
Trey Scott
2024-09-12 19:39:17 +0000 UTCWelcome back! Great song by Tall Juan I love that you always have musical guests! The pedal cam is a great idea!
Athena
2024-09-12 19:25:33 +0000 UTCIs Tim's head sitting on a recolored version of Rogan's orange stage shirt?
Daniel McCullough
2024-09-12 19:10:00 +0000 UTCOh my god Vic, is that a PSS-270?? If so, #37 with stereophonic stereo on. P&L to all regardless.
asidbrain
2024-09-12 18:47:16 +0000 UTCAnother comedian 🫠
SpongeBob Marley
2024-09-12 18:26:26 +0000 UTCWhat did JD Vance say after murdering the couch he just had sex with? "What's the big deal? Not like I'll be facing any Reaper-Cushions"
Tim Erbes
2024-09-12 17:26:31 +0000 UTCAnyways I'll be back in December. See you then ✅
Hanz
2024-09-12 17:12:20 +0000 UTCWhat is it with you guys going to Nashville every time I'm not there?!
Hanz
2024-09-12 17:10:17 +0000 UTCI like having fun as well...I wonder what's in store for today
Thomas Dunleavy
2024-09-12 17:00:21 +0000 UTCI like having fun
Andre Rivas
2024-09-12 16:59:38 +0000 UTC
