“Every time you see a journalist that calls me a punk rocker, it’s because they don’t have the imagination or the professional intelligence or the curiosity or see the full breadth of what I’ve done.”

Sebring captures a touching visit to her parents, concert footage old and new, Smith at protest rallies and on trips to Japan and Jerusalem, backstage preparations, reflections alone in her chaotic apartment and visits to friends’ graves.

Death looms throughout the one hour, 50-minute film, but with little trace of morbidity. At one point Smith pours the ashes of a friend into her palm and at another speaks movingly about her brother and how his death affected her.

“I regularly visit graves," Smith told reporters. "Tomorrow, I’m going to visit Bertolt Brecht’s grave. I like going to visit people’s graves—I find it comforting. I know so many people who are gone, I like the proximity of something of them there.”