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BY GERALD OCHS Rappahannock News Special Writer
Maybe I’m just an old softie. But it’s more likely that Paul Reisler puts his soul into his compositions and can translate that soul back into a musical form that seeks and finds one’s emotional core. He got me good.
His music, on guitar and hammered dulcimer, is an uncanny reflection of mood and emotion, and must require a level of skill and self-awareness uncommon even in the world of the professional musician. It’s “listen to it” and “let it grab you” music. It’s precise. It’s not, as Paul cautioned, background music. It’s certainly not elevator tunes. I was, in turn, saddened, gladdened, mellowed, pensive, joyful, played like a fiddle by the sounds that I came to hear.
Paul Reisler gave birth to Trapezoid 25 years ago in Elkins, W. Va. and landed a recording contract with his first gig. Some three thousand performances and eight albums later, Paul and Trapezoid’s music is still fresh, always evolving, never quite the same. The Celtic and Eastern influences are apparent in the music, yet they work so subtly to flirt with one’s mood and imagination, and to carry the listener into the mountains and under the forest canopy. The
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