Does art justify depravity? So asks David Bowie, Outside. Or maybe he doesn’t. As thoroughly as I’ve listened to it, it remains one of Bowie’s most obtuse works. Sharply divisive, too. It left a lot of fans cold and mystified, and a small group entranced. Maybe the answer is that art does justify crime and redeems sinners. Or maybe it does the opposite. Maybe it corrupts. Maybe it’s a weapon for good or evil. Maybe it’s a drug. Maybe creation and destruction are the same thing. Maybe David Bowie needs to quit listening to Nine Inch Nails so much. I’m not sure I even understand the concept, but I’m certain it’s something profound.