GARRETTSVILLE, OHIO – Tyrone Hornbuckle, an area musician legend and a guitarist, Tyrone was a gifted musician whose vibrant spirit and soulful artistry touched countless lives, has died.
Tyrone’s music was a reflection of his deepest passions. Whether performing onstage or crafting melodies in the studio, he poured raw emotion into every note, creating a powerful connection with audiences. His performances—often described as electrifying and deeply moving—transcended mere entertainment. Listeners frequently spoke of how his music resonated long after the final chord faded, a testament to his ability to channel joy, sorrow, and everything in between through his craft. Though he never sought fame, his influence rippled beyond Garrettsville, earning admiration from fellow musicians and fans across genres.
He was the great-great-great-great grandson of the legendary Robert Johnson. Ty was a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame house band, played original music with his own band, and had a successful solo act that was very much in demand and booked solid for the next year.
Gary Glowack, In high school I joined his band, Otamia, named for Mesopotamia, where the rest of the band members were from. Even as a teenager, he was a spectacular guitarist. He will be greatly missed. My heart goes out to his wife Jennifer and the rest of his family.
Yet Tyrone’s legacy extends far beyond his musical gifts. Known for his humility and approachability, he was a steadfast mentor to emerging artists, offering guidance, equipment, or simply a listening ear. Local musicians recall how he’d stay after gigs to offer feedback or share stories of his own early struggles, demystifying the path to creative growth. “He made you believe in your own potential,” said one protege, echoing sentiments shared by many. Offstage, his kindness was equally profound. Friends describe a man who showed up—whether to help a neighbor in need, volunteer at community events, or lift spirits with his trademark humor. His sister, Janelle, shared, “He saw music as a way to bring people together, but his heart was even bigger than his talent.”
News of his passing prompted an outpouring of grief and gratitude. Social media flooded with tributes from fans recalling life-changing concerts, classmates sharing memories of his high school band days, and collaborators praising his collaborative spirit. Outside the local music venue where he often performed, a makeshift memorial of flowers, handwritten notes, and guitar picks has grown steadily. “He wasn’t just a performer; he was part of our family,” said the venue’s owner. “His music was the soundtrack to our lives here.”
While details surrounding his death remain private, the focus has shifted to celebrating his life. A public memorial, to be announced in the coming weeks, will invite the community to gather in song and storytelling—a fitting tribute to a man who believed in music’s power to heal.
Tyrone Hornbuckle’s absence leaves an indelible void, but his impact endures. Recordings of his performances continue to circulate, introducing new listeners to his soul-stirring work. Meanwhile, those who knew him personally find solace in memories of his laughter, his encouragement, and the quiet ways he made others feel seen. As Garrettsville navigates this loss, one truth remains clear: Tyrone’s music and humanity have etched a permanent mark on the hearts of many. His journey may have been cut short, but the melody of his life plays on.
*Rest in peace, Tyrone. Your song lives within us all.*