I ever tell you boys about the time my friend's band was booked in the same venue, at the same time, as Puddle of Mudd? Holy shit was the parking lot a mess. People were parking parallel...against...a railroad track behind the building. Someone had to get on the house mics in both rooms to demand people move their cars.
Anyway, people paid $20 or whatever for the Puddle of Mudd gig on the big stage then wound up walking to the small room for my friend's gig since the line for that bar was shorter. Most liked what they heard and stuck around. Not sure who ended the night with more fans, but by the time "She Hates Me" was playing, we were packed and ready to go, wishing there was a universe where some of those $20 bills for POM wound up in my friend's till.
I'd love to guess an attendance number, but I'm horrible at guessing those. Their side was packed full on fire hazard and it's a standard sized concert hall for local acts that tour and occasional nostalgia acts passing through.