I have this vague memory of some kind of superhero and I’m not quite sure if I imagined it or not. It could have been a movie but it “feels” more like an 70’s/80’s sitcom. This has been torturing me for days know. (I’m the type of person who just HAS to know these things.)
I’m not really sure about this, but my mental picture of him looks sort of like Art Garfunkel in red spandex with a big black O on the chest… although I have a sneaking suspicion that’s just Mork rearing his ugly head.
Anyone know what the hell I’m thinking of?
Oh, and if it helps any I don’t think he was a very good superhero if that helps.
I think you’re referring to the guy in the television series, “The Greatest American Hero.”
I don’t remember much about it except the theme song, because I used to run around singing it all the time as a child:
“Believe it or not, I’m walking on air
I never thought I could feel so free.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it’s just me.”
As I recall, he was kind of a stumbling, bumbling type of hero, and always had trouble flying. Hope that helps.
(can’t believe I remembered the chorus to that hokey song)
He got a suit from aliens that gave him superpowers, but he lost the instructions. There was an episode in which they returned with a new manual. He learned how to shrink himself, but shrunk the book too, and ended up again without instructions. Wait - should this go in the mindless trivia thread?
The summer the “Theme to the Greatest American Hero” was big I worked at the TRW auto parts warehouse on 2 and Spring Garden in Philly. They had recently changed corporate logos so we had to take their entire stock of car/truck/industrial shock absorbers out of the old boxes and place them in the new. The warehouse had no a/c and was two acres stacked to the overhead with all manner of car parts.
The manager, a friend of my Dad’s from church hence the summer job and the reason I couldn’t quit, insisted on piping a top 40 radio station through the warehouse intercom.
100 degree temperatures, covered in grease and sweat, muscles aching, thirsty, tired, pissed off. With the refrain “Believe it or not I’m walking on air…” invading my brain every hour and a half.
And I know exactly what triggered that old memory too. It was that damned answering machine message from Seinfeld where George sings that theme song but with different lyrics. Very catchy tune… a little too catchy.
Appropriate lyrics too : “who could it be?”
I just hope I can get it out of my head soon. Don’t want to repeat the Growing-Pains-Theme-Incident. Hummed that thing for WEEKS! :eek: