Bon Jovi (1984) | Rock Star Yoga Home Practice #1

Jon Bon Jovi in 1984

I m so excited about this, I can’t wait to share!

Next to Rock Star Yoga philosophy (YouTube) and Rock Star Yoga stories (this blog) I wanted to do something for the actual yoga of it all.
Because after a great start, where I just put on a Bon Jovi record and fiddled away on my yoga mat, I lost my mojo, and I want to get it back.

For a few hours I got everything in order to actually start creating yoga videos again.
Until I noticed that I had a severe pain in my body, and it was starting to get red as if infected.
My body always knows before I do, that I don’t want to do something.
So I pulled the plug on that, and continued writing out my yoga schedules.
I will share it just like that: A yoga schedule.
And I will tie them to Bon Jovi albums, or full length concerts if I can find them online!
I already found a two great mid-80s concerts which I will write yoga classes for soon.

I m kicking off with Bon Jovi’s debut album, called Bon Jovi (1984)
The album version is 38 minutes, you can find it on Spotify.
But I created an alternative playlist on YouTube too;
With official videos, if they were singles.
And I found live tracks for all the other songs.
The Bon Jovi-Bon Jovi inspired playlist is on YouTube and is 50 minutes long.
Or you can browse to the bottom of this post.

Without further ado, here is my first Bon Jovi inspired yoga class!

#1 First album inspired Bon Jovi Yoga (1984)

album cover

soundtrack:
Bon Jovi – Bon Jovi album Spotify (38 minutes).
or
alternative playlist YouTube (50 minutes).
with
printable handwritten playlist

yoga schedule Bon Jovi – Bon Jovi:
page 1
page 2

Prefer a guided practice?
The schedule is inspired by these three YouTube videos
Yoga with Bird – 10 minute restorative yoga full body stretch
Yoga with Bird – hip opening stretches (18 minutes)
Yoga with Adriene – Fill Your Cup (21 minutes)

~Suzanne

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First album inspired playlist, 9 songs, 50 minutes

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Lost Highway

Jon Bon Jovi also lost his highway, but only literally because he was on a boat. He played on a cruise Runaway to Paradise, Palma de Mallorca

I just wasted an hour creating videos (for my pen name account) and I deleted all of them.
It seems the thing I want to share is just not ready to come out by spoken word, without becoming heavy.
I say becoming heavy, because I don’t feel that heavy. And when I go on dates with friends I do talk about it very candidly, and we always have a good laugh over how I had to try out using different words at the GP, to describe what my mental health complaints were, in order to get the right referral.
Narcissism?
Suicidal thoughts?
I wanted to know what was wrong with me, and although my off-the-cuff self-diagnose was manic-depression, I could see how my defiant pose could also indicate a personality disorder.
I m on #day10 of trying to get a mental health diagnose, if I start counting this journey from the first consultation at the GP that was literally a request for help.
Because this depression has been going on for 18 months and I ve contacted the GP before. But only to inform her and keep my file was up-to-date in case I would get a crisis. I wanted to do this now that I still had bandwidth to do so, instead of having to tell a congruent story when I was already having suicidal thoughts, already homeless, or when the only thing I could say was:
“Put me on Prozac or any opiate you ve got because I ve accepted a normal job and need to forget my purpose work and everything I came to do here on this earth or I ll go mad.”
She had offered in-house,”light” mental help then too.
Something that initially appealed to me!
But when I actually sat there, with someone who clearly did not understand my problems, I was overwhelmed with a “shoot me now” feeling, that wasn’t beneficial for my mental health.
I never went back.
So if I count outside that brief flirt with getting help, my real journey started 10 days ago.
Despite promising myself I would not put my life on hold until I had a proper diagnosis – I can feel that I AM doing just that! Putting my life on hold.
For seven days I ve been absolutely convinced I have autism.
Absolutely.
Convinced.
It all made sense:
For example that I have a male brain.
And that I value being in my inner-world way more than in the outer world.
Also: I am totally allergic to small talk.
And super comfortable having a deep connection with others, even strangers.
For me it’s so much easier to really connect on an emotional level, than to engage in superficial “emphatic conversation”, which I find energetically draining.
Friends know I am not the right person to talk to, if you need a shoulder to cry on. But I m a brilliant friend if you want to go for coffee and discuss your deepest fears, spontaneously surfacing, and have a laugh over them.
I show my feelings openly and freely, and only hide them because I know people feel uncomfortable if I show my real self.
However, teary eyed me is only one side of that coin: she is tied to Lighthouse Self!!
And Lighthouse Self is not always welcome so I often leave her at home.
But sometimes when I m out, I get into the zone and start feeling really good, unexpectedly, and I can feel the light switching on!
And then hiding my true self becomes like pulling the light cord of lighthouse.
I want to shout: “I can’t hold this for long! Go away!”
Having unexpected lighthouse moments when you’re around people who feel threatened by that, is a nightmare for all parties.
But my most autistic side is the soft side of the coin, the vulnerability.
These moments when I just unexpectedly cry looking someone in the eye, or listening to music or watching a movie. Sometimes I just cry caressing my cat.
My emotions are so close to the surface, it costs me even more effort to hide them, than it costs me in the lighthouse situations.
I ve learned to toughen up a long time ago.
Autism also explained why the profession of yoga teacher (for groups) was not the right one for me. I cannot make a personal connection in a group.
The same thing that makes it so very easy to teach one on one, is what made it straining to teach groups.
Now it did get easier over the years!
And now I have a few residual groups, old-students from the studio. And this goes really well.
Last two years of normal studio life was easier too:
Because we all knew each other.
So the more intimate the setting, the easier I find my work as a yoga teacher. Because there I can make a real connection, and autistic people communicate on an energetic level.
So I thought I had cracked the code to where my mental health problems began:
In this neurological condition called autism.
But then today: Whoops!
Totally swayed to the other side.
I started reading on highly gifted people with autism, and also on highly gifted people mistaken for (also) being autistic.
And after being convinced for a whole week that my upcoming test for intelligence – I will be tested on autism, intelligence and personality disorders – was just a formality, because I m certainly not brilliant in pattern recognition or math – I did a 180 on the whole autism thing….
No.
No autism.
Can’t be.
High intelligence, or highly gifted, explains for my problems way more than autism does.
For instance:
I know perfectly well what people try to establish with small talk. I understand them. But I m interested in deep and or intellectual conversations.
About your life, and how you’re hacking things, and emotionally developing yourself.
It’s tempting to shame myself for not being interested in other people, when in reality, if those people make good jokes, or reflect on their lives, or know many things about many things, I LOVE to talk about them too!

I ve discovered about half a year ago that I can’t remember experiencing any problem conversing, putting on a mask, or having to hold on tight to the cord of the lighthouse, when I was talking to someone a bit nerdy.
Which usually means intelligent right?
That intelligence translates one on one to if we’d get along.
That was the first time I saw a neurological explanation, for what was basically not being able to function in normal society.
But it wasn’t autism, that was intelligence.
Yet the past week, when I projected it onto autism?
Oh that felt so much better… 

Because if I saw myself as autistic, someone who was wired differently, I would be incapable of doing things that were practically second nature to others.
And I would have to figure out the manual to myself, because autistic people vary vastly. They come with all sorts of talents and sensitivities, so you can’t copy paste.
The only way to deal with autism is to weigh every aspect of your life, everything you do and don’t do, and ask yourself:
“Is this decision or habit mine? Or based on what the world says I can or cannot do?”

Autism gave me a validation.
Both for my talent to make a real connection with people easily (autistic people communicate from an emotional level), and to let the tears come whenever they want.
But autism also explained why I felt drained to make small talk. And in such a charming way….
“I m autistic, sorry.”
But if I m “only” very intelligent?
Or “only depressed”?
Anything else that is not as disarming as autism, then I lose my hallcard.
I can no longer dodge situations when neutral, accessible human interaction is required, without suddenly coming across as horrible and arrogant.

So I m back to square one.
I have no idea when the testing and the diagnoses will happen, but I m counting on 6 months. 

At times like this it’s good to remind myself of why I wanted to get a diagnoses:
To get some perspective on why I am so stubborn in needing to do my purpose work. Even if it is never going to make me a cent, not in life nor after death.
Even if the worst case scenario, of giving it my all and never being recognized in any way, I want to stand tall and say:
“But I did what I came here to do.”

After wasting ten days, it’s time to do just that.
Yoga, this blog, and everything else I came here to do.
Before I really lose my highway.

~Suzanne

I hardly did any yoga.

yoga log Sunday August 18
75 minutes, free style vinyasa yoga
An Evening with Bon Jovi

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Keep the faith

I have no idea what Jon is doing here but I need more of that

When you’re just a few weeks in to having your own Rock Star Yoga blog – fangirling over Jon Bon Jovi and Nikki Sixx, sporadically using the word “yoga” or entirely omitting it –
there is one thing you really don’t want to do;

To go through your hit titles too quickly.
Or maybe there’s two:

1. To even name your Rock Star Yoga blog posts after Bon Jovi songs in the first place.
Imagine the fuss of keeping a system to avoid double titles at some point.
And
2. To then go through your hit titles too quickly.
You want to save that Living on a Prayer, Keep the Faith and Bad Medicine, for the days you can make them count.
And something tells you that day isn’t going to be your average Wednesday in August, just a few weeks after starting this blog.

So naturally, when I found myself leaping for the big guns, I hesitated.
Especially since I m pressing for time, and I can’t write this blog post to include everything that happened the past week.
In fact I intend not to.
In short?
I tripped
Fell off the Rock Star Yoga bus wagon.
It was a very modest trip, I didn’t end up with a needle in my arm and a thousand dollar a day habit, like Nikki Sixx in 1987.
So a little perspective is in order.
But nevertheless I was disappointed that I still had so much internal shit to deal with.
This time it had to do with work.
Over the course of a year, I have made the decision to get a normal job three times, and all three times it gave me thoughts of death as a good thing. Now for clarity sake, I call these suicidal thoughts. Although I am aware that they were premature and (thank God) don’t actually count as that.
So don’t freak out, because I didn’t either.
I just saw them as a sign that I was about to do something that made me want to end my life = a warning to not do that.
Which in my case, was that I was about to go to work.
So, the first time, which was 2018, was a job that was not right for me, and the location was far away, so I needed to commute.
The second time it was a good job but I changed my mind when I discovered it was already taking up mental band width.
I didnt want a job, which required thinking about it after 5 P.M.
By the time I pulled back I had already been energetically lining up with that company for five days. I had promised I would think over the weekend about our work agreement.
Until I realized I didn’t want to think about anything else but my own business. And I know it was a one-off investment, that ultimately I would get paid for this.
But I just couldn’t see how five days of unpaid energetic alignment with my ideal employer (which he was) was ever going to result in me getting a job that had boundaries.
Which lead to attempt number three:
Let’s leave them diploma’s at home and do simple work.
However this became rather unpleasant when I realized that a four day workweek here, would cover 50% of my monthly expenses.
I don’t want to work 5 days, because I want be able to accept private clients/yoga classes on the Fridays. And I need that money too, in particular with a low paying job.
But that I would sacrifice 80% of my workweek, to get 50% of the net income I need (I have business expenses for my yoga studio too) was not motivating.
And the thought that I would basically be throwing away 80% of my life NOT doing my purpose work (which is writing/ creating videos under this account and my pen name), was not very appealing either.
So this made working a low paying job a recipe to stress myself out, with every minute away from my desk not doing my purpose work and also not making enough money to pay the bills.
After giving it a lot of thought I therefor decided I will use my retirement fund, to pay for this phase in my life.
This way I can do my purpose work, and I can teach “normal” yoga on Friday, and the rest of the week I can write these blog posts (among other purpose work) and build my rock star yoga business.
So Saturday morning I was still under the impression I would go regular job hunting.
My spirits were low, I had migraine, heart complaints and my breasts were so painful it was as if I was in some sort of violent period.
Which I wasn’t.
Yet as soon as I pulled the plug on the idea of regular work, and decided to break the bank/ pension fund:
Poof!
Gone were all the complaints!
The moment I chose ART and TEACHING YOGA, no matter what the consequences would be?
I was fit and happy.
I went on a short holiday and then the mourning came.
It was a mourning for the loss of a life I never had, which I can compare to something I had been warned for, but never felt:
The mourning for children you didn’t have.
It is said that even women who never wanted children, may experience a sense of loss, for not having them. I never had that, but I think this compared.
I never wanted a normal job. My resistance towards it is as old as my academic diploma. And yet because everybody else seemed fine with it, I always assumed it was a Plan B for me.
Knowing there isn’t a plan B, is daunting.
What if I lose my house? What if I can no longer take care of my cats?
And yet after a few days of crying, and letting it all sink in, I feel light as a feather.
Some people will think that the title Keep the Faith means that I have faith that it will all work out well.
That is not true.
I don’t know if this choice leads to a 7-Figure business or to living on the streets.
Keep the Faith means:
Trusting that your choice is the right one.
Regardless.
* dramatic pause *
On a brighter note!
For this blog I chose a photo from Jon Bon Jovi, hanging by his microphone stand. It was flashed to me on the “Stories” timeline on Facebook:
A feature I never quite understood except that if you want to save it you have to be really quick.
The Jon Bon Jovi story photo from the Bon Jovi’s Stuff page
kept buzzing through my head… There was something strangely erotic about a collapsed Jon Bon Jovi with his hands high above him, holding on to his mic (see top of this blog post)

Providing no Jon Bon Jovis were hurt taking this picture – my imagination is running wild with very good things

It reminded me of another photo of Jon Bon Jovi on stage on his knees. A photo I had saved, I knew that.
Pity I had not been able to save the standing one…
When it was 4 PM and I still had not forgotten Disappearing Collapsed Jon At the Mic, I started Googling it.
But there was no way I could find it.
When I was browsing through my downloads to get the one from Jon on his knees, I suddenly saw it!
I had been able to save Jon with the Mic this morning, after all!
When Googling it again, feeding the file to the Search bar, it didn’t come up with similar photos, nor a date or place. So I have no idea where the picture is taken.
But I do hope that after my downfall, my collapse, and the days of hard work, I too will end up exhausted but satisfied and happy, my hands together, high above me. Or collapsed on my knees, head down.
And look as erotically charged as Jon.
I have faith.

~Suzanne

yoga log Sunday August 11:
Holiday address
30 minutes of yoga watching Bon Jovi Access All Areas on my phone 

yoga log Tuesday August 13
60 minutes Keep the Faith album
Includes the song Keep the Faith

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(These arms are) Open all night

I can confirm these arms are always open for cuddling, licking, fetching, scratching, biting, playing catch, hide and seek. Because I am her love child. ~Flipje

“This title, Open all night, we’ve used about five times.
We finally did a song on the Bounce record, called Open all night. Great title, we never could get it right.”
Jon Bon Jovi, 32 min 28 sec 

So apparently there were five songs called Open All Night.
But even if you go with the three that were released, you’d have trouble distinguishing them.
The only mainstream version of Open all night is, like Jon said, on the album Bounce.
The Box Set, 100,000,000 Bon Jovi fans can’t be wrong, is for the fans and has two other versions: Open all night and These arms are open all night.
Three different songs, but they’re all ballads which makes them similar.
And although the title of the song on Bounce is “Open all night”;
Those lyrics say These arms are open all night.
Adding to the confusion about which song is which.

All-in-all Bon Jovi is open all night, usually with the arms included.
And it’s something that inspires them.

And lap sitting you have to tell them lap sitting too lap sitting is great it’s not just about the arms it’s also about the lap sitting because I am her love child ~Zaza

I’ve listened to all three songs, and here is what I found.
For clarity’s sake, I m going to assume the protagonist of these songs is male, and preferably Jon Bon Jovi, unless he specifically says that he is Jones and he drives a dented red Chevrolet then we go with that.
And we’ll assume the other person is a woman.
So here’s the three different songs:
1. Open all night
at 100,000,000 Bon Jovi fans can’t be wrong
live version Atlantic City 2004
Is about a girlfriend who has left to make it in the world and her boyfriend waiting at the bar, telling her not to worry.
Open all night refers to the boyfriend being open all night, meaning waiting for her.
2. These arms are open all night
at 100,000,000 Bon Jovi fans can’t be wrong
live version Borgota 2004
Is about a man who introduces himself as “Jones” and informs us he has a dented red Chevrolet, and gives a woman he met at the bar a detailed description how to get to his house.
Now if Jon Bon Jovi would try pick me up with this:
“These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto and if it feels right
These arms are open all night”
That would be a Hell YES! if ever there was any.
I would feel completely seen, wanted, desired, and although I m not a night person at all, I would make an exception.
However.
This song explicitly identifies him as not being JBJ, but as “Jones”.
And I m actually surprised Jones sees the headlights of the woman behind him following him, because he confesses (out loud?):
“God only knows how long it’s been that I been this lonely”
Would not make me feel wanted at all….
For each their own I guess, but I m more than just a warm body and the shorter the encounter is gonna be, the more I want to feel that this man will do anything to be with me, because he desires me just so much it’s driving him mad.
Which brings me to:
3. Open all night, main version, Bounce
album recording
There is a reason this is the one that made it.
It starts with a verse where Jon – Jon’s back! I like him MUCH better than somebody who introduces himself with a surname Jones. – shares with us that he saw us coming from a mile away and noticed our poor little heart was bruised black and blue.
Then we get a verse where he tells us that he too, has been hurt. He knows how it feels. And that the last thing we need is another pickup line, so he’s not going to do that.
Wait.
Maybe I should just quote this. Here are those verses:

“I saw you coming from a mile away
Trying to hide behind that pretty face
Bet my last dollar baby you been bruised
Poor little heart all black ‘n’ blue

Last thing you need’s another pickup line
You must have heard them all a thousand times
God only knows what you been through
Believe me I been broken too

It aches, it breaks, it takes your breath away
I’ve been around that block a time or two”

Okay, if there is a woman now, considering to NOT immediately go with Jon, she’s lying.
We just got picked up in 2,5 verse.
Bring in the chorus:
“Baby, I don’t want to fall in love with you
I try, try, try but I can’t get around the truth
Please don’t say my name, give this heart a break
I don’t want to make the same mistake but it’s too late
I’ll leave on the light
These arms are open all night”
Song number 3 wins. Jon gets the girl.
This is such a no-brainer that I feel like an idiot even going through the rest of the song, but I will do so, as a sign of song-appreciation.

So we had Jon buttering us up with perfect verses and bringing it home with the best pickup chorus in the history of rock music and then we have:
(Take it away Jon)
“I got your taste in the back of my mouth
I want to reach in and pull it out
And I’d be lying if I didn’t say
When you’re this close I’m afraid
Of the way I’ll feel if I touch your hair
The way I’ll miss you when you’re not there
And that I’ll see you when I close my eyes
It’s too late, I’ve crossed that line
Not only did Jon have us at “Baby, I don’t want to fall in love with you”
He now burns the very last of our entire defense system to the ground,
by admitting he too has fallen hard for us.
That he didn’t want to fall in love, he wasn’t looking for it, he wasn’t needy or lonely, and yet it happened anyway.
*soft sigh*
Isn’t life beautiful?
Are we now not all dreaming of being swept off our feet by someone we don’t want to fall in love with, but we just can’t help ourselves?
In another documentary, Jon speaks about his mixed feelings of singing ballads in front of a live audience. The interviewer tells him that the crowd was completely quiet the other night, when Jon sang his version of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.
Jon answers:
There is a ballad called Open all Night, on Bounce, that I love for that reason.
But it gets the polite applause at the end, because it’s not that..”

*makes energetic hand gestures*
(18 min 30 sec)

After this analysis of the lyrics of Open all Night on Bounce, I don’t believe Jon. I don’t believe anyone would not get it, if Jon sang this live.
That was not a “polite” applause.

That was “God that hurt please play a rock anthem to make it go away.” – applause. It was a crowd with arms that were not just open for Jon;
They would have given them both to have him in it.

~Suzanne

yoga log Tuesday August 6:
about 45 minutes standing poses, seated, lying down
+ half hour relaxation because I fell asleep
audio: The Heroin Diaries audio book, read by Nikki Sixx

yoga log Wednesday August 7:
about 45 minutes experimental yoga a lot of cat cuddling
Short session because my little cat Flipje had decided that my time on the yoga mat were either his lap sitting time or “catch mommy with my nails” playtime.
audio: cd 1 from 100,000,000 Bon Jovi fans can’t be wrong
Open all night and These arms are open all night are track 6 and 7

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These arms are open all night (Live)
version on 100,000,000 Bon Jovi fans can’t be wrong:

Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen from Mars

“My heart’s like an open book
For the whole world to read”
~Nikki Sixx

I was going to share everything.
After all, I am just like Nikki Sixx, an open book.
And as far as I still have secrets, I review them regularly, if they still require to stay hidden.
Usually they don’t.
They re just my ego telling me I won’t be loved and successful if I share that side of myself.
When really?
Does the world need another great pretender?
Rip the band-aid, guys.
Bare your naked soul to the world, as my favorite online coach Katrina Ruth calls it.
In the context of taking honesty to a whole new level, I was going to share this weekend’s stunning photos of Jon Bon Jovi in a crispy white shirt, which were taken on Saturday.
It was at an annual fundraising for the Apollo theater, and the photos bore the mark of Getty images and the photographer.
However.
Because the mark was always on the right of the photo, and Jon Bon Jovi was always standing, watermark-free, on the left side, I was already doing a decent job cropping him out, to make a collage with the older one;
Until I realized this is how I could get into trouble. By using photos from a press agent.
It took until I clicked on a version that had actual price tags onto them, before I snapped out of my Paint job and was like:
“You know what? I ll blog with the anonymous, retro shot of Jon Bon Jovi at the poolside to make my point.”
In case you need a visual of the pictures that blew my mind this Monday morning, just read on we’ll get to that.
I didn’t see current-day Jon in white shirt on the official press release of Getty Images, nor on the website of Harlem’s Apollo Theater.
I saw them on a Facebook page for Jon Bon Jovi fans.
Now, this in itself is a small miracle because I don’t spend much time on Facebook. This has to do with the setup of this social medium. The only social medium I like is Twitter, because it allows much better conversation, and is based on your personal interests. There is also less censorship on Twitter, it’s an adult thing, and you don’t have to use your real name.
You click with other people on mutual interests, it’s as simple as that.
Facebook gets about half a post, to seduce me to spend time there, before I click to my notifications and start handling my messages and my pages.
Half a post, that’s all.
Today the JBJ fan page hit me with this one.
(For the fans check post 2, which has the other photos taken this weekend)
The current-day Jon Bon Jovi in white shirt photo that blew my mind was this one.
It really was so profound that I found myself kind of needing to process that, and it slowed down starting my day. It was impossible to think about anything else until I knew WHY I liked looking at Jon Bon Jovi so much.
This weekend I had a long conversation with my mother, to ask her if she could please share her take on male beauty with me.
Because I never see it coming, until it’s too late.
That men are swiped off their feet by beautiful women?
A given.
But how many women are aware that they are swept off their feet by beautiful men?
Or are they not?
Am I an exception?
And what is it then, this mysterious thing we call male beauty?
The last question was a good one to ask my mother, because she’s always much quicker in determining it. I even have a case of my mother saying someone was beautiful, and me simply laughing about it.
And then becoming completely smitten later on.
She knows stuff.
I don’t, not before he has already done his enchanting work.
Together with my mother (I was the one adding “teeth”) we came up with a few characteristics.
Teeth, hair, and overall attitude.
How he holds himself was definitely numero uno, when it came to being an attractive man.
Great teeth, great hair and a strong on-screen and off-screen presence, are as much part of current day Jon Bon Jovi, as they were his traits on the undated photo near the pool.
So nothing new there.
And then it hit me!
This is a cookie jar thing!
Beginners mistake!
But let me explain.
If you re on a diet and you refuse something that is offered to you, for example a cookie from the cookie jar, this costs energy, causing your willpower to plummet.
If after that somebody offers it again, you will not only take the cookie. You ll probably take two, three or a two fists full of cookies.
And in that light, it suddenly made total sense that my Monday morning had a startup delay from one current-day Jon Bon Jovi photo in a white shirt.
Because a week ago, someone sent the first one to me, and I tried to resist.
I tried to pretend that barefoot Jon by the pool with his shirt open, was something I could also not swoon over.
Please note that this whole “acting like a grown-up” pose, was taking place during my Rock Star Yoga fallout.
I was not practicing yoga.
I was not writing for this blog.
But I was super busy wondering where the inspiration went.
(where do you think? could it be sitting by the pool perhaps?)
Pondering over why was I no longer caring for doing yoga to Bon Jovi music and then write about it.
(Uh, maybe because you’re ignoring that cute photo?)
Hard lesson huh?
Inspiration did come to me during that fallout. In all likeliness it came more than once. I said in the previous blog (Fever) that I had strong feelings for Nikki Sixx and I wrote an erotic story under my pen name. Or perhaps I left that out, because I/my ego wanted to keep that from you, but that’s what it was.
Full-on erotica.
I had inspiration in spades.
But I thought it was inspiration that wasn’t fancy enough to share here. I didn’t want to be the weirdo yoga teacher who only practices if she feels inspired by male rock stars.
So I said “No” to the cookie.
And then this morning, when the cookie jar came again?
I had no more willpower left to resist and let it have me.
Thought about it for as long as I needed to think about it.
And wrote this however-long-it-takes-it-takes blog post about the stunning appeal of Jon Bon Jovi wearing crispy white shirts.
Moral to this story?
Take the damn cookie.
The first time.

~Suzanne

yoga log Monday August 5:
60 minutes standing poses, seated, lying down
audio: The Heroin Diaries audio book, read by Nikki Sixx

Captain Crash and the Beauty Queen from Mars is a Bon Jovi song from Crush (2000)
And was played on almost concerts on their most recent tour.

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Fever

Tempting to blame it on the sleeveless, leather top and other perfect apparel; But the men could have been wearing potato sacks in 1992, and we’d still be swooning 27 years later.

With my last yoga practice, over a week ago, I made two mistakes.
One was to even have a yoga practice, even though it was already 11 PM and I knew I would want to write about it as well.
This resulted in going to bed at 4 AM.
Yes I had done my yoga, and nourished the soul by writing about it.
I had also completely wrecked my biorhythm.
And the second mistake was that I was doing yoga listening to a Bon Jovi concert on YouTube, on my phone. And  accidentally looked at the screen mid-practice.
I was immediately hooked and couldn’t put it down anymore.
In my defense: It was sleeveless-Jon.
Someone who rarely gets a No from anybody regarding anything, and this was no exception. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and
finished my practice placing the phone on strategic places watching the show, as I went through the moves.
You can read about this first time doing yoga while watching a concert here.
I learned from the first mistake, in the sense that I now
didn’t practice yoga at midnight anymore. In fact I didn’t practice it at all.
But it was time well spent.
After I got over the initial crankiness that I had lost my yoga practice yet again, I realized that this was something to learn from.
Obviously, I was still holding back.
Even though I had invented Rock Star Yoga – a method where you design a self-practice based on who you really are and what you really like to do – I was not hurrying to my mat the way I hurry to my computer to write out a story that I have in my head.
I wasn’t spending every waking minute on my yoga mat, the way I watch Nikki Sixx interviews on YouTube while doing the dishes.
Soon after my 4 AM yoga bender, yoga dropped off the list of Things I Really Wanna Do, where Nikki Sixx now dominated place 1, 2 and 3.
Even Jon was, for a day or four, nowhere to be found, although I still listened to Bon Jovi music.
But my personal obsession with him was definitely less prone, and I knew this also kept me from going back to my yoga mat.
Because my entire yoga practice (so far) was based on listening to Bon Jovi during yoga because I was in love with Jon this worked really well.
Now that I was in love with Nikki Sixx, things had come to a halt.
Things?
Yoga!
My own homemade Rock Star Yoga, which I was sure would inspire me for the next 20 years, just like Madonna had gotten me through the first two decades,
vanished the moment Nikki Sixx entered my heart.
It’s a long story how he got there but he was there now, and I spent the week largely writing about Nikki Sixx, and all the sexual feelings he stirred up.
I did this for my other account, my pen name, and this is what did get me up every morning, hungry to start writing.
This was where the lesson was learned.
Because unlike other yoga teachers, I do not believe that doing yoga should be a discipline. Something that you may feel like doing one day, and maybe not the next; But that it supposedly doesn’t matter because you have discipline, and you do it anyway.
YOGA IS NOT PENICILLIN!
Yoga is like writing.
Yoga is like sex.
The only correct way to do yoga is if you just can’t NOT do it. If you don’t care how many appointments you have to cancel, how many hours of sleep you have to miss. If the thought of not doing it is simply unbearable because you just want it so badly.
Until you feel that?
You re trying to make things happen, and it’s not Rock Star Yoga.
So it became clear to me, that the key was in how much liberty I gave myself in writing, versus how restrictive I was when it came to this account.
As long as I hold back even 1%? It’s not going to work.
If I don’t give myself permission to switch my affection from Jon Bon Jovi to Nikki Sixx, because it “messes up this site”?
It’s not gonna work.
If I don’t give myself permission to share here, exactly how much these men mean to me, and that I need to be in love in order to want to live?
It’s not gonna work.
Anything I downplay, fluff up, hide, pretend, is going to result in Rock Star Yoga not being as much fun as writing whatever I want – and in Rock Star Yoga not being done.
There really is only ONE way to do yoga!
The way I want it, when I want it, and how I want it.
And this may change every day, just like my writing under my pen name changes every day.
I cannot afford to hold judgement over whether or not it’s a bad thing that I watch the screen/ watch Jon Bon Jovi as I practice or not.
Tonight’s practice, with a 80 minute video A Night With Bon Jovi (1992, MTV) started out not looking at the screen.
But then there was a behind the scenes intermezzo, and I just couldn’t contain myself and had to watch.
I saw sleeveless Jon.
And poof! Gone I was!
Hooked to watching.
But this time I was no longer ashamed. I was grateful. So grateful to live in this age of technology, and free concerts to watch. Grateful that I could watch this band in their prime, and let their zest for life infuse my practice.
Over the years I ve studied at least four yoga lineages, who help women to stay young and their sexual organs healthy.
One of them is even officially called:
Hormone yoga.
(!!!)
These yoga methods for women’s health are legit, perhaps even evidence based. If you teach them or practice them you belong with the Pros. The people who take yoga seriously.
Rock Star Yoga is about letting all of that go.
If you want to start living a life that sets you on fire, you have to stop distinguishing between what’s so called good, and what’s so called the bad way to do it.
You have to embrace what YOU love.
Not the soulless, lifeless version what everybody else says you should be doing to stay young and fit and healthy.
Look for the overwhelming desire to do it, or as Charles Bukowski said on writing:
“If it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.”
and
“if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.”

Don’t do yoga unless it roars and comes bursting out of you.

~Suzanne

yoga log Sunday August 4:
80 minutes standing poses, seated, lying down
video: An Evening with Bon Jovi (1992) 
(set list in description box video)
Fever is at 47 minutes

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Work for the working man

outtake from the Let it Rock video shot at the O2 (other night, same shirt)

If it hadn’t been for this blog I would not have done yoga tonight.
Yesterday and the day before that were both slow, extremely hot days, and I practiced at nighttime with my balcony door open.
It was 29 degrees Celsius in my living, the day before yesterday;
30,5 degrees Celsius yesterday;
and today it was 29,5 degrees Celcius.
Even though it was ten degrees cooler outside.
I had been counting on the lower temperatures outside to kind of rub off on my casa, and the heat had
 deflated the entire day.
Next to that I was out for the night, so when I came home I wasn’t exactly brimming with excitement at the idea of going to my mat.
However.
This is Rock Star Yoga.
And the rules of Rock Star Yoga are: Do something that works for you. Inspire yourself. Put on some music. 
Make it FUN.
So I did.
hAnD90, a Bon Jovi channel on YouTube which continuously uploads old and new material which they curate and polish – just read the description box with the video on everything they did with the demo material in order to make it presentable!- had just uploaded a concert that looked promising:
A Bon Jovi show from 2010 shot at the O2 Arena in London.
I put it on while I was trying to come down from my night out, and doing the dishes. The sound quality was good, and the video quality too, although both suffered from being shot from the stands/ far away.
The video was a wide shot of the entire stage, and you could hear voices that had been standing close to the recording device.
But I liked it.
So I decided that the second half of the concert would be for my yoga practice.
For the first time in my life, I decided to do yoga with headphones.
It was already past 11 PM, the balcony doors were open, and I didn’t want to make too much noise.
I tucked my phone into my pants, playing the video, and as long as I didn’t do inversions or laid on my back, my yoga practice would be okay.
The past two days I only did very gentle yoga, but I had enough of keeping it so calm, and did standing poses and sun salutation inspired poses.
But then, transferring into lying poses, I made a mistake.
I intended to take the phone out of my pants, and place it on the floor next to me, keeping the headphones in; And to then do my inversion practice with shoulderstand, bridge and plow pose variations.
But I looked at the screen and OMG!
It was sleeveless Jon!
Sleeveless Jon is someone who only comes out when things are getting heated, and this year he has barely come out at all.
This House is Not for Sale tour 2019 was already in week 6 or 7 when he finally made his debut appearance.
And I turned out to have a VERY STRONG reaction to sleeveless Jon!
It was probably a good thing we didn’t get to see him at Goffertpark, Nijmegen, because I m unsure if I would have been able to concentrate.
Maybe I would have relapsed into my 80s fainting thing, and be dragged to First Aid for some water.
But here he was.
And not only was Jon sleeveless, he was wearing his Let it Rock T-Shirt!
Let it rock is my favorite Bon Jovi song, and I have a live playlist on YouTube, that has a recording of it, AND a live recording from Dry Country.
Both in this lavender colored sleeveless top.
The beauty of this light color is that you can see him working up a sweat.
In hindsight I find it remarkable that I can drool over Jon Bon Jovi working up a sweat, and at the same time being a lazy-ass lizard myself, when temperatures in my living are above what I find ideal to actually do something on my yoga mat.
I was only halfway into my practice and I was now confronted with Jon Bon Jovi in the lavender T, something I had watched dozens of times because Dry County and Let it Rock had been my favorite live videos.
I just couldn’t put my phone down again.
Bon Jovi played the O2 in London twelve times in a row, as I understood it.
Let it Rock and Dry County were not played in the show which was uploaded by hAnD90. I just checked and “my” Let it Rock video and Dry County live were indeed filmed at O2 too.
Just on other nights.
So during the second half I watched the screen while doing yoga. Whether it was a lying twist, a wide-angle seated pose or a forward bend;
I managed to put the phone somewhere I could watch the pretty boring wide shot of the stage, with a 2 centimeter high Jon in a lavender shirt.
And I just absorbed it …..
I could not see the sweat here, because it was such a wide shot. But I could see his grinding hips, the powerful dance moves, the wide spread arms.
At one point he practically makes love to his microphone stand, or he’s making an elegant way down to study the set lists taped to the floor.
Or both.
For my long relaxation, I did stop looking at the screen.
The entire three song encore ( When we were beautiful, Wanted dead or alive, Livin’ on a Prayer) I just lay on my back with my eyes closed and listened.
Jon appeared, even with closed eyes.
He was wearing the lavender shirt and he was sitting next to me.
It was the Keep the Faith Jon, from the early nineties.
I liked his hair (pretty similar to 2010, slightly longer) and especially his golden earrings. They were so bold.
Jon stayed next to my mat, and we talked.
I don’t know which lesson was more important:
To not look at my phone halfway into my practice.
Or to realize that what distracts you only does so, because it’s already inside.

~Suzanne

yoga log Saturday July 27:
80 minutes of sun salutation inspired yoga (first half)
and a selection of “It’s sleeveless Jon I need to see that”
seated and lying poses that allowed me to watch my phone screen.
Used the entire encore (three songs) for my relaxation
video: Bon Jovi | Live at O2 Arena | Night 11 | London 2010
I started at number 13, at 1h 5minutes
Homebound Train by Ritchie Sambora
And Work for the Working Man is number 19
(the set list in description box video)

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Welcome to wherever you are

And if wherever you are is between Richie Sambora and Jon Bon Jovi, you re lucky

“Rock bottom became the foundation that I build my NEW life on.”
Nikki Sixx,  Facebook 2 July 2019

I ve heard the Mötley Crüe Netflix biopic The Dirt is good.
The film is based on the authorized band biography The Dirt (2001, audio book released this year) but since I don’t watch tv my entry point wasn’t the movie.
Nor was it even the band.
My fascination with Nikki Sixx came through the Bon Jovi fan community, and I listened to his own audio book The Heroin Diaries.
Listening to Nikki Sixx’ voice proved to be as addictive as his heroin had once been.
He s a born storyteller and his decisiveness to want to understand himself and his analytical abilities, are off the charts.
And that’s just 1987 Nikki, strung out on dope.
Present day Nikki, who has his own chapters just like many of the people who were interviewed for The Heroin Diaries, is able to provide even more perspective.
His book is used to this day for education on drugs. It’s supplied in rehab facilities, and many addicts, whether fan from Mötley Crüe or not, find their own way to the book, and see their lives changed forever.
On The Heroin Diaries book signing tour, at the time of its release, some would come see Nikki, while still shaking from withdrawal symptoms. But they were so proud they could tell him they were off the drugs for a couple of days, and never wanted to get back on.
Now it’s not a fairy tale: Nikki has relapsed many times, before he was able to quit permanently. But publishing his diaries in 2007, was the point when he knew he would never go back because he felt such a responsibility, to everyone who saw him as an inspiration.
And I too, fell for him.
Hard.
He’s intelligent, outspoken, audacious, and it’s not even possible for me to not love someone who dares to show his realness, his vulnerability, in a totally unapologetic way.
I don’t have a drug habit to quit, and so far I had one drink in July.
And yet even to me, that part spoke to me. The struggle.
I think because we all know that even when we’re not addicts, we have an area or areas, in our life where we ve been denying the truth. And got away with it.
Nikki Sixx was allowed to do his drugs because he was the driving force behind the band. I think we all got fooled, because usually the singer and the guitarist are the driving force behind the band.
And I heard that the movie The Dirt does not put Nikki in a leader role.
But I m absolutely convinced that it was Mötley Crüe’s bass player, song writer and lyricist Nikki Sixx, who was the one with the vision and had the biggest input on all the songs.
In one edition of his show The Sixx Sense, which you can find archived on YouTube, he said that he became the spokes person for the band, when during their first radio interview, none of the other band members said anything.
But although he spoke about it as if it was coincidental, it was so logical.
He may not have been their lead singer, but Nikki Sixx was clearly the brains of the band. And he was also the demon who could do whatever he pleased.
No one was going to stop Nikki Sixx from doing drugs.
Only Nikki Sixx could do that.
And I think that’s why The Heroin Diaries speaks to so many people, on so many different levels:
We all have areas in our lives where we hold a position that doesn’t allow other people to help us or to reach us.
Which I think, is a good thing.
But there comes a moment, when everybody has stopped pushing and pulling and caring, when you re ready to see where you are.
Even if that really is rock bottom.
And you pick yourself up by your black leather rock n roll bootstraps, and you build your life from there.

~Suzanne

yoga log Friday July 26: 70 minutes of yin yoga/ lying around on the floor
70 minute playlist Born Again Tomorrow
Welcome to wherever you are is the eleventh song.

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99 In the Shade

JBJ in bath in the 80s: this was my original pic

I was Googling a photo to go with this post, which I intended to call “99 in the Shade” after the Bon Jovi song.
The title seemed fitting because today was the highest temperature ever measured, in the Netherlands.
Technically it was not 99 degrees, but 104 degrees Fahrenheit.
Blistering heat.
I wanted a photo of Jon taking a swim or something but ended up finding disturbingly few pictures of Jon swimming in the sea or even visiting the beach, from before 2015
I think having a vacation is a new thing for him, I really do.
Anyway, because I wanted to know if this grainy 80s pic in the Jacuzzi was the best I could do (I passed on 80s Jon in shorts so tiny, you could see the jeans pockets hanging out. It could get me banned from Facebook) I gave it one more go, Googling Jon Bon Jovi + ice
At the word ice, I was already thinking of ice cubes, nipples, wriggling tongue around melting ice sticks.
My Google doesn’t have a filter, and neither does my imagination.
However, what I found was a lot more serious.
Jon had participated in the ALS ice bucket challenge.
I watched Jon Bon Jovi’s ice bucket challenge, and was highly surprised he nominated Tico Torres, his drummer; David Brian, his keyboard player; and Richie Sambora his guitarist.
Ex-guitarist.
Jon’s hair was already the grey and that was a post-Richie Sambora thing. The guitarist left in 2013, but didn’t officially resign until 2014.
I checked the video, and it dated from August 2014.
Post-split and perhaps pre-resignation.
I don’t know.
Anyway, in an attempt to find out if Richie had answered the ice bucket challenge, I found an article that proved I wasn’t the only one surprised by Jon’s invitation to his ex-guitarist.
Article: Bon Jovi reunion fueled by ice challenge?
And there I was. Again.
I finally have my things together with Rock Star Yoga:
A website/ this blog, a Rock Star Yoga facebook page; I made my first public Rock Star Yoga playlist yesterday, did my practice today, and was going to write a PROPER post about it.
With exercises in it, and what I did during each song.
It was going to be super professional, and tight!
I was no longer going to let myself be lured into the mystery that was called Bon Jovi, and in particular the story around the 2013 mid-tour departure of its guitarist.
I had spent days and days studying it, writing about it, dreaming about it.
By now I was so deep into it, that I feared someone would one day make me pick sides or put my vision up in my Twitter bio.
I had written two long pieces, under my pen name, which had increased my following and had brought me new friends.
Within one week, I had gone from someone who was building her yoga business, into someone who got lost through the looking glass AND down the rabbit hole.
So the moment I officially “founded” Rock Star Yoga, which up until then had “only” been a series on my YouTube, was more than just a business decision.
It was a life’s choice.
It was me saying: “Fan girling days are over! Chop, chop! Take your place as a leader and go conquer the world with Rock Star Yoga!”
Yet immediately after my first successful Rock Star Yoga session, which was supposed to lead into a professional yoga blog post, with only a mild Bon Jovi reference in the title (referring to the heatwave) what do I end up doing?
Wondering about Jon’s 2014 ice bucket challenge.
Did he really hope for Richie and him to start talking again?
And if so, what happened after Richie posted his challenge?
Had Jon gotten shy, or was Richie supposed to take the initiative after Jon had made the first move?
Questions, questions.
All we know is that Richie Sambora officially resigned from Bon Jovi in 2014.
And that Suzanne Beenackers did 70 minutes of very relaxed lying around on the floor Rock Star Yoga, on Thursday July 25th, 2019
And that I find the first a hell of a lot more fascinating.
And I probably always will.

~Suzanne

yoga log Thursday July 25: 70 minutes of yin yoga/ lying around on the floor
70 minute playlist Born Again Tomorrow
99 in the Shade is the first song.

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Rock Star Yoga | the very first “About” page

As a yoga teacher my name is Suzanne Beenackers, but I also work under a pen name.

I ve been teaching yoga in Nijmegen since 2003, and since April 2019 I ve specialized in private classes.

After a Bon Jovi concert – or maybe I should say “after energetically preparing for this concert for months and reconnecting with being a fan of Bon Jovi having abandoned them because Jon reminded me too much of the boyfriend who broke my heart” – 
I saw the light.
But that’s pretty long, so let’s stick with:
Bon Jovi concert. 
Light.

It wasn’t that Rock Star Yoga was a new thing. I had been with toying the word since 2015 perhaps even earlier if I include calling it Rebel Yoga.
And in my final year of teaching groups, I taught Rock Star Yoga in January and February.
It was part of my standard curriculum.
But that was not THE Rock Star Yoga, that I m teaching through this site, and on my YouTube
Back then it was just a cool word, which I had borrowed from a teacher whose alignment principles I was teaching in those two months of the year.
It didn’t have anything to do with the download I received in the days after the concert.
An insight that had nothing to do with how you do your yoga. Not with taking yoga classes. It didn’t even have that much to do with yoga.
What I saw, and what I now preach and teach as Rock Star Yoga, was that my first years of practicing yoga – which was still back in the late nineties – had been the strongest.
That these years when I practiced yoga from books, and by memorizing what I had learned in my weekly class with my local yoga teacher – had already been what yoga was all about.
Before I let the outside world in, telling me how to do it.
Before I became a yoga teacher, getting paid for pretending that I knew how to do it. 
When in reality, looking back at it, I think:
Nobody knows anything about how to do anything.
Even the best yoga teacher, the most enlightened guru and the most expensive teacher training can only learn you, what you have already decided you want to receive.
They can be a tool, an instrument projecting your higher self, and in that they can teach you.
But it isn’t in their words, or in their books; Not in their methods nor their yoga series.
It’s in you.
Which means it’s only a small step, to take the teacher out of the equation, and project it fully on the thing you feel inspired by.
Which in my case, is Bon Jovi.
So my yoga is: I put on Bon Jovi music and I do yoga.
And that’s what I ll be sharing in this blog.
IF you too, already have a vibe, an energy, an image surrounding yoga or completely unrelated like my Bon Jovi music; Something that inspires you, and what makes you tapped in, switched on? 
Do not change a thing.
Work it from there.
I once heard from a girl who was frowned upon because she was just a beginner at fitness and already invested in expensive clothes. Whereas now I think:
“That’s exactly right!”
Of course she could have done fitness in sweatpants and a t-shirt, but the new clothes represented what she wanted her future to be. They represented the idea, of fitness. 
The same way, my first twenty years of yoga were inspired by an image of Madonna, 1998, when she started promoting Ray of Light and said she owed her athletic body to Ashtanga yoga.
This late twentieth century vision of Madonna and yoga, was enough to lead me through two decades of yoga.
And maybe if I had built on that, it would have lasted to this day.
But now I have my Bon Jovi inspired Rock Star Yoga, and that is great. And it’s good to have a fresh start once in a while! 
This time around, I know how valuable it is to have your own vision. So I m not going to put my Bon Jovi inspired yoga on the back burner the way I did then. I m not going to put layers of proper yoga knowledge over it. Not going to burden it with a career teaching it and a business model earning money from it:
Rock Star Yoga will first and foremost be a self-practice.
Just for me.
Everything else, even talking about it on YouTube or in this blog, comes later.
And that must be where Rock Star Yoga is different from all other forms of yoga: 
Rock Star Yoga is the yoga program and the version of yoga, you create yourself.
I’m not saying it’s not dangerous. 
Or that it’s not safer to learn it from a teacher.
(although it’s not, I think it’s extremely dangerous to rely on someone else)
But instead of proof on safe or not safe, I m going to take a Christian shortcut here: 
It’s way easier if you accept that the only safety, is connection to your higher self, your purpose and Source, or God.
I remember once being on a plane, and I was going to see someone I really wanted to see. If that flight had crashed I knew it was okay, because I knew I had to be, wanted to be, on that plane. 
Maybe that’s what Rock Star Yoga is about:
Making sure you’re on the right plane.
And stop flying to places because other people said they really liked it there.
Life is your own sold-out, sweaty, invigorating, rock n roll show. 
Now go fucking run it.

~Suzanne

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Shoot me an email at s_beenackers@hotmail.com 

private yoga class, Nijmegen       € 125      75 minutes (daytime rate)
incl 9% VAT

coaching call                      € 110              60 minutes
incl 21% VAT

business/ media                 prices start at €500
incl 21% VAT

All services must be paid 24 hours in advance.