I'm a bit young for the days of camping out for tickets, but I do remember a lot of road trips to see bands when I lived in Wichita, Kansas (The Police played there once, my parents wouldn't let me go, I've told the story so many times it's got whiskers...anyway)
You're going to die laughing but I helped some friends camp out to get tix for Star Wars Episode 1, at the Uptown Theater in Wash D.C. It was a blast, actually, although if I'd known about Jar-Jar I probably would have restrained myself.
Honestly? There just aren't that many bands I'd camp out to see nowadays anyway. Well, I take it back - there are plenty of bands I'd camp out to see (Jorge Ben, Nick Lowe, Neko Case, Mike Doughty, Iggy Pop, Mike Watt, Oysterhead, Paul Kelly) but as my tastes run to artists not played on commercial radio, it's usually not required.
And it's too bad, because if there were any justice in this world Britney Spears would be a chambermaid and Neko Case would own her own Learjet. But I'm not queen of the universe, unfortunately.
I do see what you're saying, though...there's a tradition being lost here in the days of instant global telecommunications. I have the feeling that's what's leading to the rise of scalping, as well. Don't tell me these pimps and hustlers trying to part schoolkids from their lunch money would sit out all night in the rain for a glimpse of some beloved recording artist.