reverberating advertising

Our whole shophouse was vibrating from the loudspeaker-festooned truck going by, an advertisement. There's no way you can help but hearing it; jarringly loud music reverberating through your entire body, some guy on a loudspeaker trying to convince you to open your wallet, purse, whatever you happen to keep your money in. This time it was for a Buddhist temple, they want to raise money. Sometimes it's for voting for a political candidate. No one gets upset but we falangs, foreigners. Thais aren't bothered by it. At least the trucks pass by, eventually. In the village they didn't just pass by. Often we would have weekend markets or weekend movies, the latter being the worst because it would go on and on into the wee hours of the night. Worst of the worst was funerals, with a 10-foot tall wall of speakers blasting all day until late and then starting up again at 5 or 6 a.m. It used to be all night, too, or start up at 4a.m. but every year it seemed to get a little better. I confess, I would lay in bed daydreaming of sabotaging their speakers. Anything to make our wood "barn" house stop vibrating! Of course, I did nothing, since even saying anything would be bad form. Cay yen, cay yen...have a cool heart, Wan Dee, or you'll lose face!