TrainYourEars EQ Edition is an ear training software for Mac and PC designed to help you understand equalisers and frequencies like never before.
It speeds up your learning process exposing you to hundreds of random equalizations you have to guess. If you are wrong, it will let you know “how wrong”, and it will let you hear both your guess and the correct answer.
In no time you will develop a frequency memory which will allow you to connect the sound you imagine in your head with the parameters you need to dial, quickly and easily than ever.
It has a brand new training method. Instead of guessing, you have to make corrections while you hear the result.
The person who suggested this method to us in the first place was Bob Katz, a renowned mastering guru. We tested it, we loved it, so here it is for all you to enjoy!
Besides it has a new, modern and clean interface, a new assisted training screen, a new exercise designer, it supports other languages, and many other features.
The ability to connect what is in your mind with the appropriate parameters you have to dial to get that sound is not an easy task. The steps involved should be:
Sometimes people get lost in the translation step and start turning knobs without confidence. The more you work, the better you understand what those knobs really do, but it is a slow process.
People excel in this matter after many years, because they have learned experimenting with lots of different processes applied to lots of different sources. The purpose of this training is to open your ears to what each frequency sounds like and reduce the amount of time needed to acquire this knowledge.
In 15 minutes you can guess or correct 100 random equalisations, so training every day for a few weeks is equivalent to accumulating the experience of many years.
First, you load the music you want to train with:
Then, you choose an exercise or design a new one:
And finally, train your ears with one of these two methods!
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“Abba,” she said, her voice breaking. “I got A+.”
She stared. The old man, Haji Sahab, peered over her shoulder. He couldn’t read English well, but he knew the alphabet ‘A’. He grinned, revealing a row of betel-nut-stained teeth. “ Mubarak ho , doctor sahiba.”
On the morning of the result, Naila woke before the dawn call to prayer. She walked to the rooftop of the hostel. Below her, the Swat River churned, icy and restless, carrying the same water that had once drowned the valley in floods. Now, it carried hope.
That evening, the entire valley celebrated. Not just Naila, but Zarlasht, who also passed with a B grade—enough for a teaching scholarship. Not just the girls, but the boys who had failed, who stood outside the BISE office with red-rimmed eyes, vowing to try again.
The became a quiet legend in their small circle. It was the year a river town proved that a piece of paper could be a bridge, not a wall. It was the year Naila learned that results don’t measure intelligence. They measure stubbornness .
Her roommate, Zarlasht, joined her. Zarlasht was from a family of five sisters; their father had declared he could not afford dowries for more than three. The middle three were “scholarship material,” he joked grimly. Zarlasht was the second.
The page loaded line by line, like a telegram from fate.
“Abba,” she said, her voice breaking. “I got A+.” bise swat result 2017
She stared. The old man, Haji Sahab, peered over her shoulder. He couldn’t read English well, but he knew the alphabet ‘A’. He grinned, revealing a row of betel-nut-stained teeth. “ Mubarak ho , doctor sahiba.” The page loaded line by line, like a telegram from fate
On the morning of the result, Naila woke before the dawn call to prayer. She walked to the rooftop of the hostel. Below her, the Swat River churned, icy and restless, carrying the same water that had once drowned the valley in floods. Now, it carried hope. The old man, Haji Sahab, peered over her shoulder
That evening, the entire valley celebrated. Not just Naila, but Zarlasht, who also passed with a B grade—enough for a teaching scholarship. Not just the girls, but the boys who had failed, who stood outside the BISE office with red-rimmed eyes, vowing to try again.
The became a quiet legend in their small circle. It was the year a river town proved that a piece of paper could be a bridge, not a wall. It was the year Naila learned that results don’t measure intelligence. They measure stubbornness .
Her roommate, Zarlasht, joined her. Zarlasht was from a family of five sisters; their father had declared he could not afford dowries for more than three. The middle three were “scholarship material,” he joked grimly. Zarlasht was the second.
Final price was 89€, but the 49€ launch offer was such a success that we sold twice as many as we expected.
After a lot of thought we decided to keep this reduced price forever :)
Thanks to all the people who has supported this project so far and made this possible!
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