COULD James Adomian become the first man to break through as an openly gay stand-up star?
The thought popped into my head as he performed last month in front of an almost entirely male audience at the Rockbar, on Christopher Street. In a hat, with a confident, wry smile and a thin mustache, Mr. Adomian, whose debut album “Low Hangin Fruit” (Earwolf) was released on Monday, is a casually handsome performer who doesn’t come across as clearly gay or straight. He has a low-boiling energy onstage — confident, jaunty but not aggressive — and his set features solidly constructed, verbally playful jokes enlivened by an uncanny ability to channel a subway crowd or a larger-than-life character.