I didn't discover traditional music of any kind until I was nearly 40. By then I'd gone through a horrible phase of having loads of recordings, mostly of classical, and expecting the same perfection (and notes) in live concerts (I went to lots of 'em as I lived handily for the South Bank at the time). Any glitches or straying from the version I had at home had me gritting my teeth. I just couldn't enjoy concerts at all. Someone gave me a good talking to about it in about 1979 and I saw the light. Just in time, before I started playing myself. I am thoroughly averse to "versions" getting enshrined in any way at all. I don't understand how anything can be set in stone when it only actually exists when I'm hearing it.