Prepare to see both sides of Adams's persona when he hits the Agora: Sure, he'll banter bashfully, but he digs into anthems like "New York, New York" with cowboy swagger and plays tearjerkers like "When Stars Go Blue" with a winking sensitivity, cuz he just knows the girls are swooning. Groupies must be patient, however; the famously prolific songwriter -- who's been recording and collaborating promiscuously, and who has threatened to release no fewer than three solo albums in the coming year -- usually has to be dragged off the stage at the end of the night. But he'll thank you for the encores.