My favorite Popperism from a Ryan Adams and the Cardinals concert review
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Adams went visibly and incontestably nuts at the two-thirds mark, first threatening to punch someone in the face, then railing about the Internet, then bargaining with the crowd for a smoke break. He got it, and when he bounded back on-stage the man was reenergized, to say the least. Starting with a cover of "Wonderwall", the manic version of Ryan Adams complained that the Commodore was filled with snakes (like New Mexico) and was apparently swarmed by invisible aphids during "Sylvia Plath". He bitch-slapped his sound guy. "Ryan Adams!" he said, baiting the hapless knob-twiddler. "He's so fucked up! He's the end of music! It's not my fault if they forgot to build a house at the end of the street, Mister Man!" This was one of a number of baffling speeches that he would make for the rest of the performance, though his second skirmish with the sound department was a little less equivocal.

"Dave!" he screamed. "What the fuck? Are you taking the night off?!" In fairness, Dave seemed to be doing a fine job while Adams, struggling to stay upright, was more or less engaged in relearning to play guitar. Later, bassist Catherine Popper would tell him to go fuck himself when he melodramatically called a halt to "Let It Ride". It wasn't necessary-Adams had already fucked himself quite comprehensively by that point.