A Personal Recount on Watching Samson Et Delilah Opera at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City Essay

This past Tuesday night I went to the opera titled Samson et Delilah at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City. This is not the first time I have seen this opera nor was this my first opera but this was the first time I brought with me a small notepad and a pencil. The opera was at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City. I arrived about an hour prior to curtain because there is no such thing as being fashionably late at the met. If you miss opening curtain they you are not allowed to enter the auditorium. Of course there are television sets everywhere, including the bathroom so you technically wouldnt miss anything. I, however, prefer to sit in the seat I paid an extremely large amount of money for. While I was waiting for the curtain to open the musicians in the orchestra pit were tuning their instruments and practicing scales and such. Now that I think about it, it is rather interesting that no matter which opera I go to see the sounds of the orchestra tuning its instruments are always the same. The conductor came out and a loud silence settled over the auditorium followed promptly by a thunderous round of applause. He waited for silence, and then he held his baton up into the air and began to conduct the overture, which was in four. The opening piece has never really been one of my favorites. It is rather harsh and grating and very sudden. When Samson came onto stage I felt my heart jump but when he began to sing it was like a cord had wrapped itself around my vocal chords silencing even a whisper. I have seen many men, as well as one woman, play the part of Samson and I have heard the rumors that Samson is Placido Domingos greatest rule. He certainly proves this by the end of tonight. For some...