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If last year's brilliant Real Live Woman is the most diary-like of Trisha Yearwood's albums, then Inside Out is at least a close second. It also happens to be a tour de force of interpretive singing by an artist who has reached the very top of that particular game. Vince Gill, Kim Richey, and Rosanne Cash (who appears on a chilling version of her own "Seven Year Ache") are the high-profile guest artists here, but the story centers on Yearwood, who kindles soul-stirring fires in a batch of first-rate songs. "Inside Out," a funky little ditty co-written by Bryan Adams and Gretchen Peters, features Don Henley sparring vocally with Yearwood as the Jim Horn-Bobby Keys sax section adds a soul flavoring to the mix. On the somber "Melancholy Blue" (co-written by the venerable Harlan Howard), the vulnerability in Yearwood's airy, deliberate voice lends jackhammer force to an account of life lived in slow motion following the death of a lover. Nothing tops the album closer, "When We Were Still in Love," a heartbreaking ballad featuring Yearwood's voice braced only by a piano and a discreet string section. The technical grace of the artist's singing is breathtaking, but in the end it's the way she turns her heart inside out that lingers in memory and makes the confessions herein both personal and universal. David McGee, Barnes & Noble