Jarren Benton Conquers His Stage Fright

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Funk Volume is particularly known for its commitment to its fans, fostering an intense sense of community by interacting online and at shows, and Benton proudly carries on that tradition. Despite citing a fondness for confrontational shock artists like Marilyn Manson and introverted bands like Portishead, Benton is first and foremost a people-pleaser, the class clown who decided to run for student council president. While grabbing a Red Bull and a 5 Hour Energy at a bodega after leaving the bar, he recruits a couple of curious tourists from Florida to come see his show. He says he’ll put them on the list. “When I do a show I feel like we’re at my personal party and I just want to get fucked up and party with the people who came to fuck with me,” he says. “I don’t even feel like they’re fans.”

The line between fan and artist tends to get blurred wherever Benton goes. As he sits backstage on a worn-down couch in a small dressing room space, various friends, collaborators, well-wishers and gatecrashers pass in and out fluidly. None of this bothers Benton, who is mostly trying to get hyped up before the show. He orders shots of Patron for everyone in the room and pounds his energy drinks as the 11:15 set time approaches. On My Grandma’s Basement single “Razor Blades And Steak Knives” he raps, “I’m nervous, drink is stopping the stage fright,” and when he talks about his recent string of tour dates in Australia he regretfully says he drank himself into oblivion every single night. But if he’s actually crippled with anxiety, it’s hard to notice. At 10:20 he holds an empty cup in his hand and says, “Write this down: I’m on my level now.”

The crowd has grown since earlier in the night, and they rap along to every word of Benton’s lyrics, which combine bits of scatological ultraviolence (“I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile”) with winking references to broad pop culture touchstones (Napoleon Dynamite and Macaulay Culkin both get name-checked). Benton stalks the stage like a stand-up comedian, grabbing props like a can of PBR before performing “PBR And Reefer” and bantering with Kato like he’s more of an Andy Richter-style comic foil than a DJ. The front row primarily consists of white kids with experimental facial hair and cargo shorts who are way too comfortable shouting the n-word along with Benton after he gives them the temporary permission to do so. They’re in awe.

By the end of the show the line between performer and audience has completely dissolved—Benton gradually pulls more and more people from the audience and backstage into his personal space until the stage is packed. With a coon-skin cap on his head, Benton controls the chaos, sharing the mic and cheering on the crowd now cluttered around him, who are mostly concerned with snapping pictures and taking videos, to dance and sing along to a song called “Shut Up Bitch.” He’s the center holding it all together, the joyful ringleader of a rap circus, the Jack Nicholson of this schizoid hip-hop Cuckoo’s Nest. Judging from the grin on his face, he wouldn’t have it any other way. —Dan Jackson

  • Marcus Navarro

    No lie; y’all kinda late to the Jarren Benton Hype Train. It was “all aboard” about a year ago, but NOW he’s getting the attention he deserves.

    All I know is that he better be on the next XXL Freshman Class.

    • Clint Barnett

      agreed sir. i think the only reason he was left off was the sheer number of dope new rappers that have come out the last couple years. good to see the old guys makin it still haha (i’m 31 also)

  • hush

    bentons been a beast never disappoints

  • rlw3333

    rittz jarren and snow on a tour together?????? YESSSSSSSSSS that sounds awesome I REALLY hope they come to Milwaukee WI