Saturday, May 17, 2008

FHF-Full Force

Our next inductee into the Flatbush Hall of Fame is non other then Flatbush's own Full Force. The six men R & B, producers and actors are one of a kind which is very unlikely to be seen again. You may remember Full Force from the House party movies. With memorable lines like "I smell..." And "were gonna kick freaking...". But they are the producers and song writers behind some of the greatest hits in music. Including the hip hop classic that they did with UTFO (also from Flatbush) Roxanne Roxanne. Full Force also assembled, produced and wrote for Lisa Lisa and the cult jam. In this video you can see them as the background dancers and singers. For more about Full Force go to their official website here. For all these reasons Full Force are the next Inductees into the Flatbush Hall of Fame.

25 comments:

Anonymous said...

She look like paula Adul

Anonymous said...

I remember this. I didn't know full force was behind this. Great blog

Anonymous said...

That's a classic song.

Anonymous said...

Yes full force did discover Lisa Lisa and UTFO at the same time they grew up on the same block in flatbush.

Anonymous said...

Lisa was from Hells Kitchen. U.T.F.O were from Flatbush.

Anonymous said...

I had no idea these cats were from Flatbush. Big Ups

Anonymous said...

I love that song. Brings back memories. This is when New York was New York.

Anonymous said...

She's cute

Anonymous said...

I remember Full Force from House Party. Did they go to Erasmus?

Anonymous said...

Is that bowlegged Lou in those white pants?

Anonymous said...

They also produced for Britney Spears,they brought her to their studio in Flatbush

Anonymous said...

Authentic New York at its best. This was when Hell's Kitchen was Hell's Kitchen and Flatbush was Flatbush. You grew up and learned right from wrong, stayed away from trouble and trouble won't find you.

Anonymous said...

Were gonna kick your freakinggg assssssssss. I'm gonna rent House party just for that. Wow. Great nostalgic memories.

Anonymous said...

That was when New York got it's reputation as the city that never sleeps. We would hop on the subway from Berveley to Manhattan just to club hop. Cover was really cheap. In those days the D was local and the Q was express. The B used to run the line that the D is on now. The clubs were absolutely amazing in those days. This song played in every club. That was the make out song. Right before the clubs would close.

Anonymous said...

did you smell something? did you smell something? I I I i smell pussyy

Anonymous said...

Thanks so much for the memories! This was the jam, and I had no idea UTFO and Full Force were from Flatbush. Nice.

Brooklynista said...

Never saw the "House Party" movies, but I remember FF well from those Lisa Lisa videos. Man, I had such a thing for her back in 9th grade or so. And Roxanne, Roxanne...I think that was the first hip-hop track I ever heard. Good times.

Oh yeah, HK was pretty crazy back then, or so I hear. My ex-wife went to elementary school there in the 70's-80's before her folks split and she moved to Ocean Ave.

Anonymous said...

Call me crazy, a sell out or whatever but my memories of Flatbush from "back in the day" are not that great. I remember my parents not letting me go anywhere because the drug dealers where always shooting. I remember walking by a funeral home where a funeral was in progress and about an hour later hearing that it was the funeral of a drug dealer and another drug posse came by and shot up the funeral killing an bystander. This was on Hawthorne if I'm not mistaken. So many young guys were on the corner selling crack and then getting locked up or worse killed. People got robbed everyday by some crackhead, teenaged girls on my block where getting pregnant, AIDS was rampant, etc... When I saw this video these are the memories that came back. We can be nostalgic about the old Flatbush but we need to wake the F**k up and get real.

Anonymous said...

ok crazy. My memories of Flatbush is a little different. You talk as if they had funerals and drug dealers killing each other every day. I made some of my best friends just hanging out in the neighborhood. And no we were not up to no good. Growing up in flatbush made me realize how to be a better judge of character. It gave me the ability to have streets smarts and great intuition. It also made me be able to dream of endless possibilities. Maybe your parents should have let you peep your head out the window instead of being sheltered and being scared to come out and play.

Anonymous said...

I never said that there was killing everyday, although there sure as hell was shooting everyday. My parents had the good sense to try and shelter me from that. I too met some of my very best friends in Flatbush. Most had parents like mine who did not allow us to just hang out in the neighborhood. I also never said that YOU were up to no good but many of our brethren were. I am street smart and I was also a straight A student from being inside studying alot - it got a full academic scholarship for college. When we reminisce about the "good old days", we too often look back through rose colored glasses. BTW, having great intuition and being a good judge of character are not traits that are intrinsic to those who are indigenous to Flatbush.

Anonymous said...

Being sheltered by your parents and staying in is not intrinsic to having good grades either. I hung outside of Flatbush when I was a kid and teenager even while going to college. My memories are not shootings everyday but rather playing with sprinklers, riding my back or just talking to my friends on the stoop about girls and basketball. I had dreadlocks and everyone though I was up to no good. I was just never in compliance with what people thought of me. I have a better sense of what the neighborhood was like then someone that was too scared to come out. It may seem that there were shootings everyday if you were lock up inside your bedroom, but if you were outside for long your perspective would be allot different. What might sound like a gun shot was sometimes kids playing with firecrackers, but someone being coup up all day in the house wouldn’t know the difference. I was able to get top grades from Brooklyn College and got my Masters all while not being sheltered by my parents. I listen to gangsta rap and it had no negative influence on me. I never said that having good judgment of character and intuition was only intrinsic to natives of Flatbush, but growing up in Flatbush definitely built up your senses.

Anonymous said...

Guru,

Your writing skills do not seem like the skills of someone who graduated from Brooklyn College or of someone with a Masters degree. Your reading comprehension skills leave much to be desired as well because you continually infer things that were not in my post. You make too many assumptions.

You are of course entitled to your memories and opinions of growing up in Flatbush, as I am mine. However, you are clearly delusional if you choose not to remember how bad things were. Acknowledging such does not negate any positive experiences that you may have had. While travelling in Africa, I noticed that even children who had grown up in war zones or in squalor, found joy in life. This is a testament to the resiliency of the human spirit. However, as adults, people who grew up in similar circumstances remember many of the negative experiences. It is okay to disagree with other posters but if you are trying to convert one to your opinion, you must use well developed arguments and put your critical thinking skills into use. For example:

You said:

"Being sheltered by your parents and staying in is not intrinsic to having good grades either."

I never said that it was. You stated in your previous post that you attained certain skills specifically because you lived in Flatbush. I refuted that. You agreed with me in your second post.

You said:

"I have a better sense of what the neighborhood was like then someone that was too scared to come out."

I never said that I did not come out and I clearly stated that I was not scared to come out but that my parents were protective. You can not assume that you had a better sense of what was going on just because you were "riding my back or just talking to my friends on the stoop about girls and basketball."

You said:

"I listen to gangsta rap and it had no negative influence on me."

Who said that it did. Should it have?

You said:

"I had dreadlocks and everyone though I was up to no good."

Being the descendant of Maroons, I can assure you that the wearing of "dreadlocks" in the last 20 years or so, hardly represents rebellion. Especially when the "locks" are just as groomed as most braided styles. Most people wearing the style do not even know the history of it.

You said:

"but growing up in Flatbush definitely built up your senses."

We have five senses. Sight, Hearing, Speech, Taste and Touch. If any of these were improved by living in Flatbush, we then need to put the air in a can and sell it. If you are refering to "sense" as meaning the ability to think or reason soundly, please refer to paragraph one of this post.

Anonymous said...

"My parents had the good sense to try and shelter me from that."

"If you are refering to "sense" as meaning the ability to think or reason soundly, please refer to paragraph one of this post."

so which one of these five senses did your parents have for keeping you sheltered? btw you spelled referring wrong.

This must be idiots week

Anonymous said...

Question #1:

It would not be "which of the five senses did my parents have when keeping me sheltered" but which use or meaning of the word sense. In the case of my parents it would be the "ability to think or reason soundly."

Question #2:

Common keyboard error. Leaving out double leters (letters.) Unfortunately, Guru with the Masters degree can't use that excuse for his poor writing skills.

Anonymous said...

Semantics will get you nowhere fast. As far as reminiscing about the good old days. I prefer to elevate the good over the bad. Were there some bad times in flatbush? Yes. But the good times far out weighed the bad.