“For all David Bowie’s sleek, fashion-forward turns over the years, he always comes crawling back to ballads: big, theatrical songs that luxuriate in sadness and turn loss into a kind of triumph. (If you’re looking for someone to blame for Radiohead, Drake, or any other alpha male weeping his way to the top, blame Bowie, whose melancholy always seemed more “artistic,” more apparently natural than S”
